In Plain English

In Plain English



Waking up, outside,

far from comforting warmth,

seeking a home,
stripped bare,

your identity trailing far behind,

hoping, clinging, clutching,

at strands of withered life,

searching, forever on the trail,

of a peace so elusive to find
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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April 20, 2013 at 10:40 AM
My thought travelled to third world countries where children stii.die in the street..my thought lingered to london streets where i passed by beggars in the street..they live outside a step away from 5star imperial hotel.my thought stopped lingering at the edge of my soul and i realized how bsre i am from loving..how far i travelked in my house away from home.
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April 20, 2013 at 10:43 AM
Beautifully touching and moving words from a very sensitive human being, Charma! Thank you for sharing these words ...
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