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Poem In the depth of my tears In the deepness of my dreams Through the cracks in the ground My voice echoed like a stranger screaming in a remote island. My soul traveled, like the wind Through these eyes I've cried out to the heaven, But still you deny. With your eyes wide open To a far distance, A place like Mount Everest. A place where I can broadcast A place, a home where the softest voice can be heard. I've managed to reach this desire of understanding,acknowledgement and focus. In my heart I know you heard me cry, but in my soul I knew that you should have responded. |
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