He is the estranged child
exiled from the world
the no stranger - for his bitterness.
He child who often insulted
humiliated in his life
the is contemptible.
He is a brave child
a thousand torments whack
a million smiles spreading.
He never gave up
although sometimes the world is not fair
his spirit continues to flare.
but,
He was the poor child
With the embers of love in his heart,
He walked,
fall,
rise,
ran,
search for lost love
from the first he knew of life
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