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Feb 2016
In my room, it is dark.
My eyes grow heavy.
And as I stand in weakness,
I hear a bird singing outside my window. There’s something in that
That makes my eyes stronger
And makes me want to keep going.
From 'The Traveller: Part I'
Mateen Manek
Written by
Mateen Manek  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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