Plastic bags and bottles
Around my space
Pigeons made the paintings on my walls
Oh sweet child with you're red, honest little shoes, in one hand your suit case
The other pulls your mother
Girl you saw my different
You returned my smile, a little unsure
You returned my smile
You little girl
You don't see my poorness
Walking to the train
A big pile of blankets
A shopping cart with all what's left in live