Mystery

Poetry 0 Minutes

The opened window

The hasty wind

The strange creatures clinging to the trees

It was him

Floating from city to city

His chair remains empty

Waiting to be filled

 

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Published by strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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