Homeless, cold, starved!
Crossing the deserted night.
A perishing voice echoes...
“Help me make it through the dark!”
Weary and drained,
His tormented soul
already veiled in a sleepless walk!
cold and cracked,
His wounded spirit
already lost in a faceless path!
Yet, his pleading voice
echoes through the frozen breeze …
“Help me make it through the dark!”
Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2010”
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