the watcher

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I sat alone, lost in thought,
As winter's breeze played with my hair.
I watched the world go on its way,
Each person busy, unaware.

A focused face, a burst of joy,
A spark when someone feels they're seen.
In their small moments, I found peace,
In every look, in every scene.

Then I saw him in the crowd,
Dusky skin, his black eyes bright-
Fixed on a woman, straight-haired, still,
Her glasses catching the soft light.

He looked at her like she was gold,
Like every part of her was love.
And in that second, I knew why
I sit and watch, just still enough.

For in these faces, I find truth,
In every glance, in every sign.
The beauty of life, of quiet love,
Is why I watch and take my time.

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PS: I know I haven't updated any new parts in almost a month, even though I've been updating 'trapped in my own head' quite often. It's just that I haven't been finding any inspiration or ideas to write about. I hope you understand <3
If there's anything you want me to write about, do let me know in the comments!

Do check out my other stories- 'trapped in my own head' and 'Anatomy of Emotions'

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