She did not know what time it was
Her clothes seemed larger than life
Colorful- with that oily smell and tobacco
She and a boy had been here forever
In the home of the land of the free
The bugs had been feeding on her scalp
For maybe - five years.. she was just another
Homeless girl
Things had happened much too fast
She could only imagine what it was like
To live in a real house and to rest
The soul that was searching in her dreams
All night long looking for that house
Homeless girl
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Homeless girl
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: Homeless girl
a touching rendering
one can feel the emotional tug
one can feel the emotional tug
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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Re: Homeless girl
I agree.
Things happened
much too fast, or
it seems.
Things happened
much too fast, or
it seems.
Re: Homeless girl
Nice, nice ending:
"The soul that was searching in her dreams
All night long looking for that house"
"The soul that was searching in her dreams
All night long looking for that house"