THE HOMELESS
Wandering across roads,like lonely cords without headsDiscarded garments are their coatsThey embrace the icy breeze all nightBitter kisses they shower on sunny days Their voices sound like echoesWept in the heart,produced through the mouthLike southern echoes heard in the north,They sound very faint While the masters feed and smile,They wait patiently across the streetWearing pale… Read More »
