Human trafficking
cacophony surpasses
chirping myna birds.
Yellow sun rises
behind filthy mock dwelling
rooster crows three times.
Street rules prevail now
no apparent religion
only hungry dogs.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
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It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
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Dancing To My Own Tune xxxxx Ear buds inserted xxxxx Pushing lawnmower xxxxx over green carpeted hill. Planting My Garde n xxxx ...
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