The Refugee - Poem by Panos Ambelas
Dry eyes from the strong wind,
chapped lips from the thirst,
sweaty body from running,
Full hands with one sleeping child
who dreamed people,
they only love each other and they don't hate.
and thinking full of agony
for who is going to chase him again.
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