On my way home, I notice a scrap of paper, lying on the street.
It is inked beautifully,
but soiled and torn, as if with a message read umpteen times,
and left aside.
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A beautiful poem.So many things we miss in life because of our ego.
I liked the unassuming personality of the poet mirrored in this simple and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.