The dawn of life

Enjoy these ten poems


10. Poem 9

every night he is there looking at the people,

always at the same time, the same place

watching with care but no one ever notices

the gentle words he speaks when they are down

or the hand that helps when they trip, they stumble

then he disappeared one night and with him a piece,

a slither, of warmth in the cold 

look for him now, in the people he's touched

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