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The Dawn Of Difference
I'm a young boy,
Standing in the middle of nowhere.
Dusty lanes, dusty stretches of landmass surround.
Disheveled i stood, with a worn out heart,
Among the dust present all around.
Hope, that little shines my dull lacrimicity,
Joy, it seems too irrational a word.
A blazing sun tries to dust me down,
Here a scream was passed that no one heard.
What was i was screaming for?
And how could it possibly translate agony to mirth?
Half of my senses seem to be evaporated by now,
Here, with a blazing sun bringing down the dirt.
You're young, Sir....