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About This Poem
Homeless Christmas
The icicles that grow for years
And slowly cry then drop and die
In liquid pools of frozen tears.
The pain that builds within a lie,
Lives that wait for want of love,
And slowly cry then drop and die.
Prayers for kind hearts undreamt of
In a world of cold despair,
Lives that wait for want of love.
No shelter from the winter air
Longing for a warm embrace
In a world of cold despair.
Where they’re gone without a trace
Hopes that freeze before they drip,
Longing for a warm embrace.
From this world they gladly slip,
The icicles that grow for years,
Hopes that freeze before they drip
In liquid pools of frozen tears.
Written 12/12/12
For Tracie's contest
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