A traffic signal.
The hopeful eyes met the cold ones.
"Go away", he shouted, "I don't have rivers flowing with money."
The small, dirty hand slowly disappeared.
"Dad, IPhone 7 just launched. Can I-?"
"Sure kid." He said this time.
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Silhouette of the Soul
Poetry"Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out." Here's a collection of my mindless meanderings, midnight musings, poems, rants and random thoughts. This is all the stuff I think of while sitting i...
