Warm old heart struggling in search of solace...
A journey through shadows..
Holding the lamb of resilience
in the part of frustration.
Flickers of hopes, flying fireflies.
The tiny king, the cricket cheers
the traveler..
Chirping guide, sweet melody
on life's winding road..
The only bosom friend!
There's hope, though narrow
there's an end.
~jacklyne c ahia
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