Familiar With StrangersA Poem by Kate H
- Doors aligned in a so-called neighborly fashion, adorning tagging consistent with numerical order.
- Comers and goers are the brief possessors of these doors with numbers- their insides so seemingly locked tight within. - Few and far between, familiarities tend to be noticed among these masses...perhaps being held within a name or a face. More common than not, these passers through seem as if being blown with the wind, possibly never again to be on any course crossing with your own. - The hours of slumber and awake amidst are various and sundry...one could suppose that it's dependent upon a schedule or perhaps a routine. - Whether accommodating length in occupation or simply drifting through, there is certain to be another with your like characteristics. © 2015 Kate H |
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Added on June 16, 2015 Last Updated on June 16, 2015 AuthorKate HVincent, ALAboutI'm the mother of the two best, most precious, rewarding things that could have ever happened to or been bestowed upon me and/or my entire existence. I adore my kids and since becoming a mother, I kno.. more..Writing
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