One

Timid steps
Recoiled in terror
Hurt by reason
Wandering hungry
The next hour arrives
Fated to chance
Pondering the dues
Reconciled against waste
Mired in filth
Restored to promise
Of better days
And sunrise
Breaks the sky apart
Eyes breathe
The coming

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