looking at the fading light
in the far distant, that wonderful maybe.
Tears just kept on falling
to the desolate land, shadowed
by a crooked figure.
He was a hero, or so he tries
to the little girl in a world without.
But he was old. Decripit and aged.
His trade back then was now
collecting his debts.
He never did took care of himself.
And with little strength he have left,
he was endlessly hoping
better days for the little girl.
He knows.
The world knows.
He was forsaken as so he did back then.
Her smile
was all he have left.
Soon he will see no more.
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