Secrets

I watch you move from place to place

you're stealthy, your are slow.

You fail to meet my weary gaze

you think that I don't know.

 

There's worry in your trembling face.

I hate to see you go.

Your life is nothing but than a daze.

Don't let your sadness show.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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