Bleak skylines offer nothing,
Like good rest or hot meal steam.
This troupe of four (remnant clan),
Move at random, without plan.
He bears
disappointment
Under his brow, head bent low.
His youthful smile now faded
-Memory pools well waded.
Mshe keeps vying
through pearl
Dreams worn within and without.
Pale worn crêpe newspaper dress,
-Striving for strength to confess.
Youth keeps both feet and eyes dry.
Hunger inside mimics stings.
Hope, running among fruit trees,
Eating apples in the breeze.
Baby coos at circling birds,
Unfettered by illusion.
Comforted by family,
She carries the hidden key.
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