On Sunset Blvd, where dreams collide,
After the rain, shining streets subside.
In a coffee shop before morning's rise,
A frail woman sat with hunted eyes.
A fringe-dweller of this city's sprawl,
Her presence unnoticed by most, but not all.
Sipping hot water to stave off the chill,
She hides her plight with a shaky skill.
Alert to every move, like a bird at night,
She sits alone, in the dim morning light.
Suddenly she darts away into the throng,
Lost in the chaos, where we shouldn't belong.
May she find warmth, amidst the cold and strife,
In this land of dreams, where hope is rife.
I wish her solace in the city’s sunny embrace,
And escape from the shadows holding her in place.
