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May 2018
I pass by a street of broken lives
Of dreams not even dreamt
Of hands as dark as the night
Begging for a piece of bread

I pass by a man with a foot long beard
His teeth no longer complete
With his face of danger bypassers feared
And his hair as gray as the street

I pass by a woman who sits on the side
Her legs tired and her dignity gone
Her ******* consumed by a little child
Who has no idea of what's going on

I pass by a girl and a boy who play
Both so innocent as they enjoy
Not even hoping to go and runaway
But rather revelling themselves without a toy

I pass by happiness as well as sorrow
Through the sidewalk and across the road
I pass by hopes of having another tomorrow
And the hope of having one's own abode
Written by
Kristina Carmela  21/F
(21/F)   
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