The street is quiet only the distant sounds of the city breaks the quiet hum
Trash and Garbage heaped here and there
reminds of those that do not care
Broken windows, doors and promises too
remind them of me and you!
The darkness returns again to shroud and hide societies forgotten ones again
Calls to mind those street people we never look directly at because we don't want to see them- bleak, broken.
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