The Walk Poem by Amanda Lukas
The Walk
I sit here alone
and listen to the
footsteps of passersby
as they steadily walk,
some fast
and some slow,
towards a
destination
which is
still unknown.
And all are hurried,
and none are hushed,
and I am watching
in wonder.
never alone always with the other even if the other has no name at the moent together we journey on this twirling planet where? it's the journey counts good work
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5/6/2024 2:58:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the future unknown, hopefully protected by prayers.