Walking
I wonder
as I walk along
home
if he sees me
watching.
I do not know him
his name
nor his face.
But something
about
the way he walks
and sways his
arms
makes me feel
safe.
I admire from afar.
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PoetryA collection of simple, short poems, all inspired by my thoughts and small events in my life. There's something beautiful in simplicity.
