Turn and Seek

A futile roving
as I turn, seeking,
stumbling in my haste
from cold to colder face.
A hint of sympathy,
of refuge and sanctuary,
of comfort and solace,
is all that I ask.
But each cold face
frowns and turns away
and I continue roving,
turning and seeking.

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