I walked through a storm today
Just so I could walk the other way
And seeing things differently
as I did
I realized
that time rolls by at a different beat
When you walk backwards down the street
People stop and stare
Whisper to……
thinking weird thoughts of you
Who they say walks this way
Tiz I when the wind
Blows cold and strong against my way
They scratch their heads
And look away
Cause they see no beauty
In a different way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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