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Mercy, Mercy… Mercy me
A light, white frosting
of snowflakes
Upon cardboard and
old soiled blankets
Streetlamps and neon signs
Light bright…yet empty… unfeeling
and bone chillingly cold
Plastic bottles and wadded bags
Holey sneakers wrapped
In filthy rags
Tortured dreams and
Muffled screams
And piercing, numbing cold
…Mercy, mercy, mercy me…
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bright light is mercy of wisdom that we all need to feel. Interesting sharing done definitely.10