Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on February 5, 2009 0 Comments

She can see from the window
The city below and beyond,
Can see the tiny speck

Of humanity move
As if a purpose
Possessed them,

As if something
Beyond the ordinary
Took them about

In journeys
Short and long,
High or low,

And she watched them
Without anything of them
Touching her,

Or the bittersweet feelings
Being undone anymore
Than they were,

And not wondering
If any cared who she was
And what happened to her.

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A man who seeks truth and friendship and hopes for abetter world.

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