Reblogged with kind permission.
Many walk our streets
They roam as silent souls not seen
Yet in them lives an unknown story
Somewhere in the pages of the past they were once called upon
A young boy looking up to his father
A daughter needing a mother
But today they are forgotten in the midst of the crowds
They have become walking stories
Unknown to the creations amongst them
In the shadows of the tall buildings which surround them are they embraced
Yet they remain unknown
They carry with them the echoes of the past
Stories filled with such emotions that they have become oceans of endless lives
A simple smile
A simple notice is all they desire from those that run the streets as if they were not present
To only speak and see their thoughts
To only walk in their shoes for a time
What would we see?
How would we act?
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