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“…and her red hair lit the wall.”
Traveling by foot
Through dimly lit alleyways
Past dumpsters filled with yesterday's refuse,
Rats scurrying about searching for sustenance,
Survival in a life of limited means.
The cabby honked twice
While the young teen in shabby dress
Looked warily for a place,
Any place, to hide from the unknown fears of forgottenness.
Slowly the sun rose
Bringing a glimmer of promise
To the dank dusty darkness.
The girl looked at the sun
And stood ever so softly,
The sun illuminating her fine featured face.
The glow of the sun's rays penetrating her softly fluffing hair in the gentle breeze,
And her red hair lit the wall.
Douglas Noel
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