The pebbled street of wonder, dark sky glowing, air a scent of warmth and breeze, if you listen carefully, there are whisperings…
They all gaze at this stranger, walking on their own, where they are going, no one can tell, perhaps the whisperings are their guide…
Smiling, this stranger wipes a tear from their cheeks, what goes through their heart, and mind, which can tell; maybe it’s the whisperings…
Talking, amused, writing [did wonder what it was] they glow, yet suddenly, melancholy clouts their face, perhaps it’s the whispering…
Have you wondered what goes in that stranger’s heart down the pebbled street of wonder?
They all gaze at this stranger, walking on their own, where they are going, no one can tell, perhaps the whisperings are their guide…
Smiling, this stranger wipes a tear from their cheeks, what goes through their heart, and mind, which can tell; maybe it’s the whisperings…
Talking, amused, writing [did wonder what it was] they glow, yet suddenly, melancholy clouts their face, perhaps it’s the whispering…
Have you wondered what goes in that stranger’s heart down the pebbled street of wonder?
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