This injected pain to see you suffer,
distraught and lonely,
when I have atleast a decent living is gruesome,
whereas we all are inhabitants of the same place called World.
I first thought money would suffice,food and shelter too,
but can it garden the broken hearts
mend homes or connect the parallel lines of the borders with spots of zero tolerance???
Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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