there,
he's standing on a path,
full of tears and blood,
with the rhymes of song,
scared, fright,
that's just a word.
meaningless for him.
he did not cry,
not even a tear,
but he still there,
standing on a path,
hoping tommorrow,
for the best.
He still there,
no one to company him,
no one to give him love,
no one to care.
But,
He still there
with hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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