Mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2208: the worst poetry

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Hello! Dear friends.
Where Nadeem lived in a small village of mud huts.
A small little boy with dreams, he.
under the merciless sun’s burning rays.
Pursued his dreams with all his heart.

Dreams on dusty paths into his eyes.
Amongst the goats, he'd fantasize.
A faraway sight of fields of green.
It was a rough road; his heart shone.

Hopes rekindled in Nadeem village.
The worst poetry flows like the river.
However, unspoken yet simple, a story unheard.
The tale of a young and not so young village boy.