I have everywhere to go,
But nowhere to belong.
I own the city dust,
my dreams are all rust.
Why do you look at me
like even my existence,
is not meant to be.💔
That street kid…( Micro poetry)
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I have everywhere to go,
But nowhere to belong.
I own the city dust,
my dreams are all rust.
Why do you look at me
like even my existence,
is not meant to be.💔
Dancing Words 
The rhyme and the intense emotions created a deep emotional impact on me as a reader. Well done, you’ve earned yourself another followers. I look forward to reading more of your splendid writings in the near future. 😊
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Thank you ! 🙂
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Pleasure was all mine. 😊🙏
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Don’t worry
Someone above the heavens
will take care of you
and your emotions
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