My window pane is starred with frost,
the world is bitter and cold tonight.
The moon is cruel while the wind
is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
the beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor tonight,
who walks the lamp-lit aisles of snow.
My room is like a bit of june,
warm, cozy curtained fold on fold.
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
my heart is crying in the cold.
the world is bitter and cold tonight.
The moon is cruel while the wind
is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
the beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor tonight,
who walks the lamp-lit aisles of snow.
My room is like a bit of june,
warm, cozy curtained fold on fold.
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
my heart is crying in the cold.
This poem was written by "aaronsmith".
Anyway, as we go on in life, I will be incorporating social issues into this blog. This is only a start.
Anyway, as we go on in life, I will be incorporating social issues into this blog. This is only a start.
2 replies. CLICK! to reply:
sweet poetry is sometimes what we need.
Deep.. :)
I like the contrast between the cold night and the warm room.. Nice.. :)
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