there was a new guy in the park among the homeless He arrived just after the mayor had eradicated all the tents and improvised huts and it was easy to spot him He was the one who always had a book in his hand, always reading "Check out the new guy," they said. "An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy, what you reading that for? Not like you gonna get a degree that'll take your ass outta here anytime soon. Haaahahah!" He was reading his own poems from a time when he was young and his dreams were still alive Today nothing was alive but misery itself
Daydreaming as a profession 
Freaked me out this one Bogdan; I only was a chance encounter away to be that guy!😥 Thanks for that write. I’m not sure people realise how easy and quick it can be to slip down there… if they did they would be kinder…😓
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Oh, glad you made it where you are, Didier
=✪ ᆺ ✪=
The world definitely needs you here, and not where the guy in the story is.
Also, many thanks for checking the poem out!
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Thanks, and you’re most welcome mate! I live your work! 👍
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They say don’t look back at what was.
But at times, that backward glance gives the greatest comfort.
Your words describe this beautifully. 🙂
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Thanks for checking it out, Terveen!
Sometimes (and those would be the absolute worst times) the windows to happiness show you only the past, through memories.
( •̩̩̩́ _ •̩̩̩̀)
I wouldn’t wish that on anyone ever
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🥺 That’s sad. So many people with broken and unfulfilled dreams we pass by without giving them a second thought.
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(.づ◡﹏◡)づ. You’re right. It really is like that…
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Love this
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Thank you! (^_^)
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Ohhhh… beautiful Bogdan. Brought tears to my eyes. Relatable to all (in miserable times, perhaps we’re all homeless at heart… :)) I get the surreal feeling that guy is now an unusually brilliant published poet, still mending hearts around the world, this time while looking back on his middle-past…
Sweet travels dear friend. I know your poems are for everyone, but many of them seem to have found a permanent home in this one scrappy tin heart which refuses to let them go. Thanks for all their deep insight, light and kindness. They’re like 🌱🌱🌱
‘Till we meet again. 🙏😜😚😇;))😁
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Aw, thank you, Lia (´,,•ω•,,)♡
To know that my words have genuinely touched someone’s heart is really more than I could ever hope for (◕‿◕)
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( ˘ ͜ʖ ˘)
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Nice post
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Thanks! (=•́ܫ•̀=)
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That sure stuck a nerve.
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Thanks for checking it out, Jen ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
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The last line is devastating and brings the whole piece together magnificently. 💫
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Unfortunately, that’s what reality looks like for some people
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Yes, I know this too well.
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Touching twist.
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＼( ^o^ )／ Thanks!
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Amazing, as always!
You inspire me to not just be a good poet, but a better person who understands the world too.🙏
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Oh, I’m sure glad to hear that, Aadya!
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Thanks!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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You’re most welcome
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(θ‿θ)
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