the blue is missing from the sky today
the trees have no leaves
outside it is very cold
the wind is cruel.

there is a person
in front of me
i don't know who it is.

i remember playing out
with my sisters
with a skipping rope.

it is cold inside,
that lady told me it is morning,
that is why I stretch and yawn.

that lady said I had a visitor
i was frightened to ask:
'What is a visitor?'

the world outside is very big
and it looks very unfriendly to me.
i remember when everything was nice
and we all had our tea together.

i wonder if i am asleep,
this is not my home,
why am I alone? 

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