I walked along the streets
and could not find any roots.
A lonely awakening, I thought.
Queued on the highways,
the byways and runways.
We hold hands,
and our souls unclip.
Sharing our sorrows
and small acts of kindness.
We carried smiles, not fear.
Around us all that was left was a
garden for the hungry birds.
Playing at chaos and
stressful responsibility.

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