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The pale colour of an exhausted day

The hush of twilight

To home they go

Mother and son, hand in hand

By the railway tracks

Under the bridge

On the grass-green land

They spread their mat

Lay down the rags.

Peace, a moment's peace

Calmed by scent of protection

He watches a lark seek its nest

Stars crowd the sky

The moon doors open to dreams

But hunger roars

He turns to the face of love

Eyes questioning.

Sitting face to face with night

Fistfuls of anger dissolve her mind

Rice that melts and a pinch of salt

Is all she gathered  

They share, half full.

 

The winds howl

I am here she says

Warmth of trust she is

His entitlement

Her mind contemplating

I can neither be near nor far

Let today become obsolete yesterday

We are born and reborn again

Into the grace of hope

We will to live. 

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