The Street Stroll


Nowhere to go, no-one to see

without eyes, he walks, never waking

He speaks to the clouds, they fly too fast, he follows

Riding his winged beast, flying, never falling

Without sight his steps become strides become leaps

Fast, never slowing, he soars.



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