timid nightfall
mosquito symphonies
a faint music
down the country road
receding rainfall
wailing babies,
a caravan homesick
out in the immense cold
drenched wall
wet mattresses
midnight ticks
but all homeless struggle in the cold
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Thank you for this poem which speaks for the voiceless.
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You are welcome. Things will make sense soon. Trust me.
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I have no problem trusting such a pure brotherly heart.
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