

People WatchingPeople WatchingPeople Watching
Sitting on a flowerbed I watch the passersby Some are so peculiar And I really don't know why.
That girl looks like a punk-ish guy! That man has such a limp! That group grows exponentially, Those guys resemble chimps!
Fellow loners too reside, They study, read, and eat. Often these loners turn to groups As friends they tend to meet.
Ew! That girl! Look at her! Short skirt with tummy showing. She is not thin, she looks like shit! Must've left home without knowing...
And what do they say of me,


Spring OptimismSpring OptimismSpring Optimism
The wind's soft caress Feels like your hands... Whispers on my arms Fingers through my hair.
Cotton, one-hundred percent Not a jacket, but arms, Your embrace- warm With you, I am safe.
Voices of strangers I hear only you... Kind words of love Soft lips I long to kiss.
Miles become moments, Not together, nor apart. The promise of tomorrow Keeps you here today.
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- Anyway how did you get here ?!
- Strange as it may seem, I just went through the door!
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