Apr 27, 2021
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The Old Lady, My Friend
A Helping Hand In Times Of Need
The news, it kept flooding in, like those winds, that find a way,
to meander through the small hole on the broken window.
There I was, all alone, thousands of miles away from mom’s smile,
away from the familiarness of dad’s voice…
