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The look of that child

In the look of that child
infinite sadness springs,
its shine is different,
it has the pain of life.
In his weak hands
his thoughtful head rests,
the darkness of his face
makes my lips shake.
He frowns with discontent
while he gives a sigh,
I see his bare arms,
they have mistreatment marks.
Misfortune hits him,
his dreams fade,
he doesn´t know the pleasure
of sweet caresses.
The scene touches me,
I move to tears,
I want the love to draw
the smiles of infancy.

María Griselda García Cuerva