A girl who was walking on the roadSaw a homeless sitting beside where it had snowed“oh! Where do you live? Where’s your home?”Is what she asked, her eyes innocent and blue,Her gentle face, and eyes clear as dew“this road is my home where I walk, I roam”The homeless replied gruffly,“oh wow! So big! Mine’s onlyContinueContinue reading “The Perspective”
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