The sky was
purple blue
the city
restless with
people
rushing home
from work completed
for another day.
The homeless begged
for cents
but nobody gave
and nobody cared
the winter air
was warmer
than most of those
who kept walking
without a thought
of turning back
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I would like to translate this poem
amen you told the truth on that one and dont stop writing you are good.