Sat, 03/23/2019 - 06:11 -- Rodmike

I always see people returning after a crisis,

Standing alone without shoes and without hope,

What can be believed living in the street

He could only find peace from the pages covering his feet

Another day, another night what I planned in life is

out of sight.

I slept in that and walked in that

I wander these streets just following my feet not knowing where to be

I travel but I never walk alone and I am a stranager to these people

This poem is about: 
Our world
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