Light shines in darkness
Frozen underneath the sky
Cool and sparse, like glass.
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When the Shelter Closes
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sounda day ago in Humans
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Cool and sparse like glass. Nicely Done Haiku.
such an amazing poem, loved every bit of it