featuring Vocal Alchemy (2019)
A boy holding an orange in his hands
Has crossed the border in uncertainty.
He stands there, stares with marble eyes at scenes
Too desolate for him to comprehend.
Now, in this globe he’s clutching something safe,
A round assurance and a promised joy
No one shall take away. He cannot smile.
Behind him are the stones of babyhood.
Soon he will find a hand, perhaps, to hold,
Or a kind face, some comfort for a while.
by Lotte Kramer
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