Stanvert (5)

He goes, without thought, without looking back,
a child, he is carrying a child.
How did she get in my hands, he wonders.
Why does she blind my eyes, he wonders.
Why does she smile so bright, he wonders.
He moves along.
No one says a word to him or her.
“Who are you?”, he says.

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