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Have you ever felt an instant connection with an unknown person on the road? That eye contact and that exchange of smiles...have you ever wonderd why?
I see her in the shadows
Withdrawn and weary
Wrinkled hands, tale of a sorry story
Eyes vacant maybe dreams lost too a many
Her feet in tattered slippers drag her drooping body. ..
Yet her face spoke to me
Across the road,across the crowd
She looked at me like she knew
Behind the facade of my red lipstick
And my rosy cheeks
She knew the familiar story
Of endless nights and dreary days
Of people I call my own
But now strangers known
Of those little lies we tell
Of those blatant truths we hide
Of egos and false pride
Of hearts we hurt
And souls we tear. ..
She smiled a knowing smile
And I knew she had been there
Living my life living a lie….
former teacher and presently a home maker by choice. avid reader, occasional baker with a melodramatic penchant for sunsets and the beach! read more...
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