That sometimes just a simple little act could make our own happiness.
And in times of trouble and sorrow.
A simple word to comfort, has enough to warm our hearts.
That to fall prey to the sadness was often to fall prey to psychosomatics.
Lonely, I try to fight against my nosophobia.
To heal my heart and my mind, there are no dispensaries.
To overcome my loneliness, many poems I have written.
BY : Avilon Joel moustapha
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