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The Hero's Dream
Kettles and pots with spoons all lay
Old torn furniture and the broken window
Sandy footprints across the room...
The swaying of the trees sends cool breeze across my face
The sun has gone down
And soon the moon would on top on the sky
The world seems so quiet
The only sound i hear...is the cry of a child; kilometers away
What is wrong?