Am being pushed, pushed to the limit, Poverty still greats me this morning with a smile, should I smile back?
I guess every action needs a reaction and thus what I will do fight with a frown, will this help? I do not know but at least it’s a reaction.
If love can fight poverty then I might win the fight by the end of the day, because I leave home to see my one true friend life he leads and guides me through hours of even today he never runs away from me.
Oh, I can see a beautiful spectrum, the sun rays through the clouds say something it is time in the opposite of time, night is approaching as the sun says goodbye and I look brighter in the end but only for a while cause there is a tomorrow.
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