the sun was cold,
a sky in tears,
pity shed upon an unknown,
in such a day birds seize to fly,
the wind hardly swirls,
and trees merely dance,
to such a day this soul lay undeterred,
a naked lifeless body,
the last garments by poverty eaten away,
and to all that saw,
to all that had seen,
such a scene but another tale to tell...
©skillz
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