The Poet Tree Club

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same sense

Submitted on 08/17/2021 at 12:46AM by poeteahi
I wondered about the people everyday passing...
people.
On the tenth floor above,
looking to the ground.
Are we as we seem to be when no one is around?
When the colors loose their bright
for the championship sound.
A sacrifice for an experience.
You were looking to found.