I stood in the alley, looking at her clothes.
Tattered, discolored and old.
She was sitting on the road with a little baggage under her nose.
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An insightful piece of poetry set aside for honest contemplation. Beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing Vinit.
The attempt to measure the altitude of happiness of a destitute is quite praise worthy..A vice nice poetic imagination..10++++
A great start with a nice poem, Vinit. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks