Emerald Eyes

walking

Walking simply walking,
On concrete streets,
No one showing emotion,
All are A blank page,
Yet inside...
Inside everyone,
Lays an organ,
So frail yet powerful,
Pumping not only blood,
But emotions too....
From some flows sorrow,
Others happiness,
some are at peace,
While others in guilt....
Mine?
Mine is.....
Mine holds emptiness,
An old forgotten tale,
Ready to turn to ash,
And travel with the wind...
Whispering... Whispering...
Good bye...

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