Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Under the Street Light

by Serena Mossgraves

the cold sets glistening

the ones that live

under the street light.

with no roof above them

the light exposes the

darkness below.

no home, no warmth,

the night is just another thing

to harry the broken soul along .

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