No Shelter
The warmth in the innocence of youth.
By Olivia RosePublished about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mieke Campbell on Unsplash
On the ground I lay,
freezing limbs and filthy hands,
a child smiled my way.
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Great take on the challenge.