A man leaves the world
and the streets he lived on
grow a little shorter.
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Some people do. They sleep completely, waking refreshed. Others live in two worlds, the lost and remembered.
As we pass away from the world, only out footprints remain as echoes, I think she is expressing that when we go the streets on which we live the world becomes smaller, but when we live as a collective a part of us remains within the whole and on the street. At least that's how I interpret it.
Streets at night streets at daybreak, Streets a poem of ever being.Love this poem here........