January 5, 2014 at 6:15 pm 5 comments

so brutally cold

the wanderers keep looking

no warmth to be found

death waits with a steady hand

compassion opens its door

*please watch over and protect those who cannot protect themselves*

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voices the price

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  • 1. Skye @ TheSanctuaryofMyHeart  |  January 5, 2014 at 7:35 pm


  • 2. Dom DiFrancesco  |  January 5, 2014 at 9:16 pm

    I do hope there are some kind hearts to be found for those left out in the cold, a wonderful and compassionate piece.

    • 3. words4jp  |  January 5, 2014 at 10:03 pm

      Thank you. I was channeling my inner Dom;) xxxx

  • 4. Apurva  |  January 6, 2014 at 12:02 pm

    beautifully written 🙂

  • 5. livingwithshadows  |  January 18, 2014 at 1:21 pm

    beautiful, my thoughts are often with the homeless, especailly during the winter. there was a time i was a step away from being on the streets myself, so easy to fall into so hard to climb out.


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