| Passed By In Darkness |
| Glowing globes Of dancing lights Shimmer on Commercial Drive. Through icy stares, Few whisper here, Huddled around a flaming barrel. Merchant's windows surround, Taunting impulsive yearnings Of empty pockets. Her young frame, Weathered as stone, with tufts Of greasy blonde. Pushed into cardboard shelters By her father's hands. Cracked cement, Gum stamped and grey, Allows her little rest. A track For her wavering spirit To follow the vicious circle of poverty. The only company Are glowing globes On top of steel shafts. |
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