(~) Homeless (~)
Simple they always come opportunities;
but they bewail me now, because
time and again; I took
them for granted;
their fervency, their
life... .
The winds blow rain falls sniffling my hands are
cold, groaning now my throat hurts, coughing...
my tears they fall...
I wonder if they would be counted still, if
I die,
I pray I would have learned,
for myself; and another...
given whatever... !
Author notes
Written from my actual experience as of now.
Written in and through... with; the goodness of a friend... .
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