Warm winter windows
random checkered
in the dark
homes with their people
bookshelves and kitchens
a child’s calling
porch light blinks on
And I don’t speak their language
but the stars I know
and the cloud-scudded moon I know
the need for family-friends-shelter I know
this calm cold night in my hands
I know
Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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