Musings

musings

At 17, the boy blew hearts away with the melancholy in his words.

His pen fought wars, sought peace and embraced love.

His imagination ran free in pursuit of the fortune of fate, as Santiago for Fatima on the sand dunes of Cairo.

At 17, he was destined for greatness.

A decade later, the poet scribbled musings on the workbench, in a fight to make ends meet.

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