He wanders streets with aimless feet,
A ghost among the thrumming beat.
With eyes that search for what’s unknown,
A heart once bright, now turned to stone.
In crowded rooms, he feels alone,
A drifting soul, a heart of bone.
The laughter fades, the smiles grow thin,
He wears a mask, but feels the din.
He dreams of roads he’s yet to find,
A heavy weight, a chilling cross.
A spark of hope, a quiet chant.
For even lost, he still can roam,
In seeking still, he’ll find a home.
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Abbas
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