come dusk,
feed and shelter
mind’s orphans ~
they may
grow up to be
near future’s
VIPs.
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come dusk,
feed and shelter
mind’s orphans ~
they may
grow up to be
near future’s
VIPs.
Another Wandering Soul 
Yes, feet those homeless thoughts.
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oops, FEED, lol.
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haha so cute!!
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Hmm, nice….I’ll sleep on it…ZZzzzzzzz
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heh, hope you don’t drool!
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I always drool…..
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(me too but sssh…)
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Very profound Miri 🙂
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😉
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A very beautiful, if somewhat brief poem. The idea is conveyed fluidly without the need for much description. And the point itself, that the destitute, the young without parents, can be jewels if polished. They can grow and become tomorrow’s leaders if given the room to grow and tools to expand their minds.
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thank you for the visit and your wonderful comment 🙂
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