Lonely Soul
The cool air felt refreshing
In the warm café
As tired patrons enter
Hardened from their days.
A man sits by his lonesome,
Gazing at the world
That sits outside the window,
As the leaves begin to swirl.
His reflection stared back at him;
That same insisting look,
Wishing him to carry on
A road other than what he took.
The lonesome man then stood tall
To walk through air, and leaves, and wall.
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