Imagine a world of zillion people
two stand apart
each one on the other end of the spectrum
trying to make a living, to sustain themselves
One is weak, the other strong
broken bones, you never know whats wrong
One is poor, the other rich
agonizing life, like its in a ditch
One cries, the other laughs
miseries are plenty, worse when morphed
One has the guts, others a coward
courage in the hearts, to move forward
One thinks about the future, other dwells on the past
making the present more attractive, which will forever last
Broken wings of life, can be put together
you are one, soul is......
-kd
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