Hunger's Face
Quiet descends on the town
The horizon deepest blue
Tufts and wisps of clouds long departed
Shadowy forms in their wake
A gaunt figure threads his way
through deserted marketplaces
All too aware, indeed
of the onset of Night
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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