Living Between

Two Realities~~~

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Just now

I walk the thin line
between two worlds…
one wrapped in gold light,
the other, shrouded in dark gray clouds.

On one side,
there are those whose bones
feel the hunger
gnawing at them like a wild animal.
They count coins by streetlights,
stretching hope to fill an empty bowl,
searching for a place
where the cold wind
cannot enter.

A tattered blanket, a cardboard wall,
a faded photograph…
these are their ties to a life that once was.

Now, they drift through alleys and underpasses,
moving through the indifferent noise of a world
too busy to look down.

On the other side,
the streets are smooth and shining.
Here, the air smells of luxury.
Troubles dissolve in the clink
of crystal and coins.