The air is cold
With a blistering wind
Upon the man’s face
As a tear upon a mans face does trace
The tear of the homeless
No glove or jacket to keep warm
Or shelter to protect
But he is faceless
A man no one sees
In the crowded streets
He is homeless
Forever to roam
@ Chris Chonos
So touching.💕
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