Who am I ?
I live in my own world,
that is farfetched from this world,
My dreams are what just place to be,
there is nothing in real life that is meant for me.
Nature is what I adore most,
the joys of life are in them alone,
For all my life i thought who I was,
and I am still thinking who I am,
perhaps just another human with a heart and soul,
I love the wind, I love the rain,
I love the birds, I love the trees,
for all my life I had this dream,
to know my self and know this world.
-Fred (Faraz Nizamani)
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