27 авг. 2016 г., 19:18
He, as always, was a dreamer-
wished to reach the stars;
he only yearned to be a winner
with soul and fearless heart...
I've known him-while the others
played outside and laughed, and ran,
he was all lone and written poems
for how all that began...
'Maybe, I won't reach the stars,
or even cannot win;
but only want...but only yearn
a better story to begin'...
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