The sun rises, flowers bud, but a little, black-skinned boy sorrows there, in the dark corner of the street…
The mite thinks that no one loves him because of his dark skin tone, but that is not the truth! The gentle breeze of the morning quietly sneaks up to him, hugs, wants to soothe, but that doesn’t help – a tear, which shines like a pearl in the rays of the sun, rolls down the boy’s cheek. …
