After returning from a trip to the mountains I am finding myself in unrest. I miss the wind across my face. I miss the serenity of the forests. I miss many things and yet I aim to adjust the sails of reality and move forward. Hopefully, soon.
This is a poem about a girl who is very poor but there is a hope in her eyes to learn something, well i saw a little kid in a market , she was drawing something .
Whatever i saw and after that whatever i imagine i put all that in this poem.