People: Like CloudsA Poem by Another RelicComments disabled.They're mesmerized. They pass me like clouds, staring at cell phones, conversing with spectral voices. They wander here to there, almost unaware of their surroundings, existing in meditative excursions. Their thoughts meander above the ground, until they're gone, replaced by other clouds.
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Added on November 8, 2024 Last Updated on November 9, 2024 AuthorAnother RelicNYAboutI've added poems and will be storing them here from my accounts as Dragonblood and Timagination2 at Deep Underground Poetry. One or two might be on the Relic account, I'm not sure. Comments are no.. more..Writing
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