the streets
are full
of music
and mystery
and madness
as we search
for meaning
in the eyes
of strangers
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Polaris Falling (Poetry)
PoetryEverything falls. Everything ends. And thats where something else begins. Here's to falling. Here's to endings and beginnings. And everything in between.
Huit.
the streets
are full
of music
and mystery
and madness
as we search
for meaning
in the eyes
of strangers
