This is a poem about a girl who is very poor but there is a hope in her eyes to learn something, well i saw a little kid in a market , she was drawing something .
Whatever i saw and after that whatever i imagine i put all that in this poem.
To live decades in NY struggling is to know chapters of a book few might appreciate.But to those with imagination, consider the power of those sometimes ghost-like dream keys. (Image by Sarolta White)