Apr 12, 2010

Untitled - Michael Fonseca

Life was different with no parents.


Everything was so plain- black, and white.

There was no day. It was always night.

Always so gloomy and always so dark.

With no one to take care of him, where does he start?

The mother and father he had always loved

Just vanished and gone, and now way up above.

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