The Whinding
Walking down the whinding stair,
I see people everywhere,
Some are gleeful,
Some are grey,
All these people here today,
All these people in my mind,
Some are angry,
Others kind,
But walking down that winding stair,
There are no people,
Anywhere.
Copyright © Caitlin Dwinnell | Year Posted 2012
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