Sonder


I am the thought of all unknown
Brittle not broken, entrapped in stone
Drowned in deep, and vivid in mind
Solitude hum, lost in time
As each passerby, looks into mine
A thousand thoughts, yet kept inside
Vacant and left, for another day
A thousand thoughts, not one will stay

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