Desteen

Desteen
2018-09-13 13:45:56 (UTC)

Spring

Spring; a sign of hope, a new beginning.

The world is harsh and I admit that I got used to it. At first, it bothered me, but time goes by and harshness became a friend of mine. I always see hope every time I wake up, I wish for hope, I longed for hope. Nevertheless, I know I can survive this, that come what may I will survive all trials, I will make the desert a blue sea.

The storm is coming, I feel it's winds but here I am away from home and so sick of poverty. I wish I can make things better. I wish I can, but I can't. No matter what I do, I'm still a child, a weak child but a survivor.


L O V E,
M J e a n.




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