a legion of pitch dark clouds
like nestling we rush for warmth
yet another lingers in solitude
at the mercy of these ugly streets
and the starless dark night
His eyes stare out
to a far glimpse of light
and though stuck in despair
find warmth in childhood memories
before miseries became reality
Kids rushed like sparrows
build an army around the fire
and fight the cold with brevity
but kids are no more
for a soul is now stuck in solitude
displaced from the rhythm of time
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