Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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Glazed streets,
Reflection of street lamps blinding.
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Snowflakes fall,
Unique and ghostly frightening.
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Steam grates bellow,
Clouds of white coagulate in the night.
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Sidewalk frigid,
Stiff and frozen to the bone.
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Passersby laugh,
Homeless and so alone.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
poor tramps…… live a miserable life…it’s a pity that passerby laughs and doesn’t share the grief…or reduces the pain.. :-(
It is so sad to see this occurring in what arguably is the wealthiest country on earth.
I really like the staccato cadence and succinct style of this poem.
I’m not sure why but this writing style has a very comfortable and familiar feel to me, it is to the point and very crystalline.
Steve.
Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it. – Dom
Dom DiFrancesco 
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