Three Spirits

I watched her walking

She held the cup with two hands

The look on her face was tired

How often did she need to explain

That her life might be different

On a day to day basis than you or me.

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He stands alone, seems to wait

Watching wishing wanting

Though that is theory his eyes

Have a pleading glance as bodies

Move throughout his comfort zone

He may only want to walk away.

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And everyday the crowd gathers

Allowing this enigma full of notions

To drift past each story, each dialogue

Eyes that see may not connect

And we only know that a certain energy

Exists and holds a key to explanation

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Quiet is each a symbol of truth

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