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Feb 2019
seeing an array of colours
walk, walk stand, people with
lost wandering eyes
feet in search, directed at
aimless circles to be fulfilled

a heart of purpose
sits quietly cornered
in a wooden four legged
chair, fixated eyes

searching for that same
direction within means
filled with hope to seek
purpose behind people,
lost in the
invisible.
a sudden burst of inspiration from a girl at the corner of the coffee shop, always invisible to the wandering crowd, a wandering heart.
Written by
Kryptonite  22/F/Malaysia
(22/F/Malaysia)   
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