A Tearful Ganda
A tearful Ganda born across the country winds. There has been many travelers but this one is mentioned more particular. His dark sad eyes tries to search for a new country through his camera lens. No money, no airplane appointments coming. He tries to hustle on the streets but no luck. A comedian atmosphere interview but no where near the podium because he wasn’t funny. This poor Ganda man tries to find a tissue. He goes inside a store and ask how much is it? The store employee says it’s two dollars as he thinks knowing that it will be a issue. The tourists ask this poor Ganda why haven’t you asked me? This Ganda man thought he was dreaming. Reality hits him with that tourists near the tree. An airplane to America for two lovely people. The Ganda man and the American woman were both Soulmate’s of equals.
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