THE STREETS

Walking on the street, feeling the scents of the evening breeze through my nostrils

With my head hiding beneath the hood; watchful of an unseen sun

Looking around me things anew

I am in mixed feelings to a height of discovery as the sun

As I stroll steadily on the tarred road; along the white broken lines

Feelings of awe that I am where I would never think to say that I would be where I am

As I look up, I see a white sun: nothing short of a spectacle

I lay my head down,  back at concentrating on the broken lines as I stroll to my destiny

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