A lonely soul
Walking aimlessly through the night
Nowhere to go.
People around
Rushing, no time to stop
Places to go.
A park bench
Sitting, with so much time to watch
Wanting to go.
To sleep the night
A hostel, a shelter, the street
No home to go.
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Sensitive and touching.10.