Not A Fairy Angel, My Dear.. Poem by George Sicillia

Not A Fairy Angel, My Dear..



10 years old boy asked me:

“Is fairy angel real?

If yes, I wish you would be my fairy angel

So I just call out your name anytime I need you

Even in the midst of sorrows, I can run to you

You will wave your magical stick

And I will see a beautiful garden full with candies and chocolates

Milky fountains and freshness air

No tears and no pains

When happiness would be the only thing allowed

Is it real? ”

Then he looks into my eyes

Both of us know that I am not the fairy angel

And we are live not in the fairy land


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Jakarta,070324

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