Searching for pockets of kindness
we huddle in doorways
fingering the scraps of our dreams
we are
halfway out of the dark
but the sun
is pitiless
Searching for pockets of kindness
we huddle in doorways
fingering the scraps of our dreams
we are
halfway out of the dark
but the sun
is pitiless
pitiless or merciful? that sun! thank god for that sun (son)
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Great counterpoint. Love your poem. Happy New Year. All the best for 2018 😀 🙂
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Thank you! Happy New Year to you as well.
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