The crowd on the street,
The applause and
the rythmic beat,
seem far and yet so close,
My mind wandered to the hall of Hope,
And the voiceless sound
of the crowd
form a venomous loneliness in me,
All i could see is sound of the marching crowd,
and could also hear the sound of the big picture,
I look heart deep into thy future,
All i could see
Is the lonely crowd.
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