The wind blew
And with it the newspaper did too
A shiver went down her spine
A blanket covered her that wasn't hers or mine
Her little head turned
Met a twinkling pair of wise eyes
You need it more than I do the eyes said
And the silver head bounced back to its place in the streets
That day the girl slept warm and peacefully
Now when the silver head is white
And the then girl a woman
She returned the favour not with a blanket but with a home
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Poeticedema
PoetryA collection of my thoughts captured in the form of poems *I started writing poems less than an year ago so these might not really be any good. But, I hope you enjoy this collection❤️
