This Was The Day Of Faces Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

the silent images that just passed me by
and I spoke to none

I wanted to ask them
if they had the faces
if they had the faces at home
if they had the faces in the street
and I never dared
'coz there were just too many of them

I wanted to make them smile
smile at their own faces
at the multitude of their reflections
at their own faces in dejection
but I think they never cared
so I passed them by
that's it