Wondering
Sitting on the sidewalk,in the snow and the cold breeze of the wind,
cars and busses driving by you,
and splashing dirty water all over you,
still you sit there,
in your own world,
Lost inside your eyes,
where is the exit?
thats up tp you yo find out..
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-01-09 at 20:30
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