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Expatriate

Something abroad, confinement soul Lack of endearment in this planet, Setting mind to departure from whole Situation but it is another illusion, The wealth charm not let me go Heart are desiring for both but how have both celebrations in the same Moment, my boat is drown Solow Sun rising the east and sunset to west due to work hard there no wits rest /Work, work and work seems this is My aim of life but my own joys burst

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Poetry.com 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Ulian Kosie More than 1 year ago
Good
Diana Sitnic 11 months ago
bravo wow
Nadia Ziad 4 months ago
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Nandana S Babu More than 1 year ago
I really loved it
sharon Talty More than 1 year ago
The man is happy about work .
Victoria Smith More than 1 year ago
good
Zafar Iqbal More than 1 year ago
thanks
Jasmine Romanov 16 days ago
Beautiful said
Muminah Muhammad More than 1 year ago
You managed to express how difficult your existence is. work work work I learned a lot from these few brief words
Manoj Krishnan More than 1 year ago
managed to convey the essance
Jeremiah ProteJay Martin 4 months ago
Don't allow work to overwhelm your true joys
Mnyemu Apasa 3 months ago
nice
Anna Feador More than 1 year ago
Food for thought.  A little too veg.  Not sure to what you were trying to reveal here.
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