Homeless - An Original Poem

_{The sun rises on their heads
And, like a candle, quenches before their faces.
They have no windows and no doors
They have no beds and no mats
To cook their privacy into a fine meal.
They are the homeless,
They have befriended the Harmattan
Yet, it's their worst enemy.}

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