Amid the people round me
I am alone.
I wander silently, but always
With a throng.
And whether it’s sunny midday
Or a storm,
My route is just the same
And it is long.
You never notice my presence
Within a crowd
And never speak to me (nor quite
Neither loud).
I’m not a fragile thing
And nor a stout.
There’s one word describing me
And it’s “without”.
You, human being, cannot see me,
Cannot meet,
And cannot watch the light
My eyes are lit.
And though I’m in the crowd
In the street,
I am a shadow on the pavement
Down your feet.
15.06.2006
Amid the people round me...
© Copyright: Ольга Майская Монтэбьёрк, 2015
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