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Feb 2021
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I walk a land of hungry men,
with empty hearts and eyes devoid
of dreams and hope and all that's merry,
of life's twinkle they cannot carry.

They look at me with lifeless eyes
and sigh a little at what they see:
dreams and hope and all that's merry
and life's twinkle they cannot carry.

They ask me for a little piece
of what they think my eyes carry.
They beg me to infuse their hearts
with dreams and hope and all that's merry.

And I, in all my helplessness,
cannot help but stare at them
and sigh a little at what I see
and give my heart another mend --
then turn it back towards my friend.
Written by
eilaf  22/M/Pakistan
(22/M/Pakistan)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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