Once upon a dreary time, a little boy was born.
He was born without sight, his parents left forlorn
The boy grew with sympathy,
his friends were many; many and bright
But no one deemed him worthy,
for he is lonely, a truly unlucky wight
Still, there was something; something only he can gather
The smell of earth is one thing, the sound of wind is another
A little girl was his friend, a gloomy one he may think
But his heart did she mend, a helping hand before he sinks
Ten years passed by, and the little boy is no more
Not knowing the sky, nor the dream to soar
To her did she ask, why was he born blind
As her face unmask, one thing did he find
The friend he thought he had, was never real to begin
She was all in his head, only the wind against his skin
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Alicia Lidwina 
😭😭😭 poor thing I want to hug him
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