Land of the Pure Dweller II

PART 2:

You’ve got no right to tell me he’s mad,
He found the smallest of light, even without his dad,

His mom, surely would have been proud,
To the man he’s become, amidst the judgmental crowd,

No one knows him entirely,
Yet, to the bits of what he shared, I stare at him admirably.

Do you sometimes look at someone’s face,
See past their appearance, and into their haze?

That want to dive into his mind,
Shoo all the clouds, so the pearl I’ll find,

His goodness he seemed to forget;
What others had tainted, I believe in, without regret.

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