No-One There
Theres a knock at the door
It's sad there so poor
The cold runs through the holes
Underneath the door
Used and torn cloth
Long sleeves , short sleeves
Still dissovel slowly
They stand there all alone
Waiting calmly in the cold
Searching and looking
But saw nothing but falling snow
A knock at the door
This time we left it close
Copyright © Luis Salinas | Year Posted 2007
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