I have been deeply touched by an internet photo of a died refuge mother and his alive son.
| The orphan refuge
Vagabond, alone; fleeing himself.
Out of his hands,
Disoriented in such strange and cruel world;
Life is not allowed for him.
Tears in his eyes,
In his pupil, sets a deep broken heart glance.
Sorrow, wondering and torment are surrounding him.
Lack of tenderness, warmth and affection, render his heart frozen.
Because forever parents for him are not allowed;
Like a mirage in a desert.
Loneliness and like your shadow, is your harsh destiny.
Orphan you will stay.