Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Night Poem: Cold

Timid nightfall, mosquito symphonies, a faint melody down the country road. Receding rainfall, wailing babies,
a caravan homesick
out in the immense cold. Drenched wall, wet mattresses, midnight clocks, but all homeless struggle in the cold.

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