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the toothless grin

a little girl.
lost.
alone.
a tiny head.full of mirth.
big eyes. full of questions.
a ready smile.
a
toothless grin.
and fingers made for the canvas.
gripping the wrinkled hand.
of the Old Man.
kind eyes.
the same ready smile.
and the same toothless grin yonder.

storms.blizzards.
all said and done.
it's gone.
those bright golden hours.
tinged with rings of purple and green.
and a stick of color.red.blood.

like the dust kissed off the road.
two souls ...hunting..pining.
one with a shiny pate..the other ,shiny eyes.
a little heart brimming with hope.
turned away from the door.
"no alms"she said.
none.none for you.
snatching the bundle from his arms.
burying it in sorrow.
the molten liquid of a fiery night.
doused with a cut.
baptized with tears.burns and shadows
of silence. silver and gold.
and stoic.
as blunt as the stone.

like a shunned leaf,crumpled.
kindness vanished.from the face of earth.
little miss Toothless grin
would Later realize.
that poison seeps in ,
familiar soul.
takes root.grows.branching out .from end to end.
no canvases to colour.
no hands to hold.none

and all the tears .
luminous eyes.
won't ever any mirth hold.

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mahant said…
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video - there is a toothless kid laughing, not a beggar though.

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