Shadows Vanishing In Wayra
Crowds in a hurry
Pass me by--faceless again,
All I hear are muffled sounds
On crossroads void of life
Where unknown shadows flit like dust.
Contest: Second Edition of Wayra
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Aug 13, 2019
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2019
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