Love with the heart
And open arms, so says
The owl to the
Lost boy as he emerges
From the shadows
He talks,
Briefly, with the wise one
On the island
Of destiny surrounded
By dreams
With vibes of love
And passion, he finds himself
In the city of light
Chasing the vanishing dream
With a smile
Still doing
The daily battle for survival,
Poor soul, but crossing
The Sacred River on the edge
Is not for the faint-hearted
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