morning motion,
city traffic,
cold in summer,
a moment
not to be judged
by the ordinary
as outside unfolds
with steeled faces,
recognizing the
unseen dangers
yet finding
safety within it,
like birds
appearing to have
no where
to go
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Author:
shadow424 (
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Comments1
what a quaint read, liked the last stanza especially
thank you for sharing
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