Survive

One morning,
A rain season
I came to my house
Walking
Through foothpath
In the ten years of age

Only people
I found
The city flag

And later,
Being hungry
I was disgusted
Please help me
I was
I would like to help
Like a brother or a son

That time
A passenger bus
I came into the
Driver, and the
"Oh boy crying
Come with me
If you like this job "

I'm hungry
Lier or a begger not
Now I am able to
I would like to carry passengers in
From one city to another

artcityverse

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