Not lacking dreariness, the rain fell.
Humid air, foggy feelings.
Almost like a ghost he appeared.
When the world was gloomy,
all around him, he was not.
The glimmer, the sparkle
a grain of happiness in his eyes
filled everything with hope.
Walking alone, no one to talk to,
to hold his hand, but he still shimmered.
Knowing something’s wrong somewhere else,
he’s full of hope, of wanting to love
and be loved; I can’t help but smile.
I feel a ray of warmth even on the
dreariest of days because of the
boy in the yellow, red and blue striped hat.