Lost Souls in Paradise
There are lost souls in paradise.
They stumble through the sunshine
Stripped bare.
Their dignity has been burnt away by
Days of hunger and nights of thirst.
They reach out with palsied hands
Their dignity has been burnt away by
Days of hunger and nights of thirst.
They reach out with palsied hands
Begging for what they lost or squandered or gave away.
Skin burnished by the sun, drained of youth, slack and half-empty.
They fill the gaps between the locals and the tourists
Drifting between those who live and those who visit.
They are lost souls in paradise.
Skin burnished by the sun, drained of youth, slack and half-empty.
They fill the gaps between the locals and the tourists
Drifting between those who live and those who visit.
They are lost souls in paradise.
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