Akili Amina

This Letter

Hello, I thought of you so I wrote this letter
You wont ever read it or hold it in your hands
I don’t know the address of the park or shelter
Sleeping inside, should be the rights of those, human
I pray for you, because the Winter is coming
Worry, hoping that you own a jacket or coat
Where are you holding your stuff, your belongings?
I think of all of you so with my words, I dote
Last year, in the woods a tent you kept pitching

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