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Nov 2015
I know a sad puppy
wandering the streets
alone
going to bed
hungry
only pleading
for love
yet receiving none
only pain
as he's
left outside in the
cold
once again,
trying to rise above the
darkness

but
in his heart
he soars the skies
with wings
made from the hope
that someone will love him
eventually,
if not today.
Maha Salman
Written by
Maha Salman  England
(England)   
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