THE RUSH

Surge of strangers pilling out.

A ballet,

Dry bones, tippy toes …

moving

then stopping,

and moving once more.

It all goes unnoticed.

Its the rush.

And Where do they all go?

– Cam Ie

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This blog is about writing (poetry in particular) and random thoughts in a nutshell

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