The harsh gusts have blown with fierceness and over time have turned his long hair gray. Looking so much older than he is.

Summer sun has turned his skin to leather.
Winkles that surround his eyes reveal the deep valleys he has walked thru.
Cracked, blistered lips are evidence of the bitter cold days of not finding warmth.
His clothes contain the stains of the streets and struggle to survive.

But there is more to my friend. He smiles and it ignites a sparkle in the deep ocean blues of his eyes. There hidden deep with in the ocean waters lay his hopes and dreams that are locked away.


We just need to love them and to be willing to help them find it, for sometimes they don’t see it for themselves.
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