Sitting on the edge
Seeing the overcast sky
Slowly, the drizzle fell
And I've got no one here,
An outcast with no one to bear.
The cold wind caressed
both within and beyond,
I can see at a stone throw
A man in his late twenties
Intruding little girl's shanty.
More seconds had passed
I can clearly hear
She has been crying,
She's a flower, now withered
No power against bees-against animals!
And I, I'm like a chicken
A craven, so I disdain her!
But thanks, everything was only a part
Perhaps a scene, for I've only had forty winks...
So glad I'm awake!
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