Always Alone Listen to the silence
of your soul. Watch the
crowds go
rushing,
some
by,
some
talking,
and none stopping. Feel the rush of air as they pass,
but that's
all that
touches you.
know
that if
And you
were on a mountain, watching clouds pass
and feeling the wind brush you, you would
be no different. by Eve Parker
just a
word
a thought a
dream
a
rhyme
a is
poem
a picture
of
TIME by Stephanie Thompson
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