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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Joy

"Through the roads of lustre and potential
I would like to walk", said the boy.
"Destiny takes us through many hills,"
said an old man in glee.
"Why are you happy? I ask thee."
Replied the young boy.
"Oh, that, it's because I see myself in you,
you little champ!"

The two of them walked through the street,
they felt the downpour of rain, 
smiles on their faces, they danced
in hunky-dory, for friendship had
opened its wings of acceptance;
and the old man had found his childhood.

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