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The Tunnel's End

In lighted times born in a dark tunnel the juvenile eyes look for a beacon to escape a life some define as hell. In soiled room lighted corner of his own this boy finds to face the present alone. From depth of denial he wants to rise build a life of respect, pride and promise. He toils to learn how to face the harsh world resolve of the mind focused in his eyes. At tunnel's end the future waits unfurled. November 9, 2017. Form : Dizain. Syllable count : 10 each line. Contest : Photostory, Picture 2.

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