The Face of a Stranger

Written by [pegasus1000]

Faces we pass every day
Shells of soles hidden within
Do you see them?

The magic about children
Who pulls people in
Demanding to be seen

The teen sitting on a bus keeping
To themselves, and to the
Music only they can hear

A woman in a wheel chair
You see more easily
Perhaps for her deformity

Homeless and cold
Holding a sign that says
God Bless You

Just as the sun on your skin
Goes unnoticed, these faces drift
Away like a breath on the wind

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