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    Blue Sclera Boy

    He never ceased his dreams; a romantic experience lived in his heart, poor boy.
    Serious faces were just tourists in his world, no traces for agony in his green trails.

    He had some terrible seasons, tears, and some difficult times. He bypassed them with a smile from a heart hungry for peace.

    He taught those young lovers the art of offering, and how they should give back for every blessing they accepted.

    No, he wasn't my lover nor my best friend, he was a lecturer, and his gift goes for those who needed him most.

    ©Lorenzo Isaac