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Home At Last

The air is cold walking on the streets alone without my love without a home no one knows where I'm going I never stop I walk and roam the ones with money look upon me as if I was another race shame is showing when they've past on my face I jump from high and I am falling fast the air is cold the air is loud my body hits without a sound

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 5/31/2011 5:12:00 AM

A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Bias. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/29/2011 3:30:00 PM

Nice expressions you have worded so well, keep your pen flowing, bias

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/29/2011 11:27:00 AM

Bias Fields, a deep walk when one returns.. poor judgements will always follow while your blue eyes are staring at the ground... a sad feeling when one falls and nobody knows but, you... great poem.. p.d.