A thought.

Peeks of roof tops glisten
Through striped light
As I peer through
Blinds.
Watching the people move
To and fro.
A sea of humanity drenched
In sorrow.
Daily life consumes all.
I wonder how many
Artist,great thinkers,poets.
Are lost.
Because they don’t have time.

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