The Little Boy
Small hands… small fingers…
A small boy walks beside the sea…
The white sands are playing with his feet…
He could smell the sea… the sun…
He could hear the waves teasing the rocks…
He could touch the shells shimmering with colors…
His small world dancing around him…
Then he heard a voice…
“Let’s go dear…”
Small feet… small steps…
Running to grab the open hands…
Which he trusts with all his heart…
Which in his soul they are never be apart…
The sun will be set in the west…
And the moon will appear as a crest…
He is holding the hands tight…
Maybe it will be gone at night…
