Thursday, April 17, 2014

458 - The poet.

He recited his verses out loud on the big and busy downtown, with a skull on his hand and sharing one or two tears once in while due to the memories his words brought back to him, he planned to change the world with his poems, touching, one by one, the hearts of the people who passed by; but sadly no one ever stopped to listen to him.

The end.

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