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the awaited sun


they had waited for the sun in a world with only shadows the dominant character in a story with no sun no light for those the society had its back on the society was the villain laws were its wicked deeds like the Grim reaper with its scythe in each chapter foiling the plans of the brave they had swords and guns to kill these were chosen not to wield for the cry of the rejected is always heard soon their fingers will show the beauty in pain soon voices will teach words of sorrow son arms and feet will display poverty's grace for their course was not lost or in vain as identity and lost pride was soon found in later years of change they had lit candles of hope n the world of shadows not frightened by the doomsday which had declared the reign of another terror in a different era not letting fear silence him or be defeated as he has resilience a bold stand in an unstable hill too steep too tall enough to discourage yet a challenge for hero it had encouraged other folks to have faith that the sun will rise tomorrow
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chikadestiny
just was inspired to write it.

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