I stumbled across him, somehow
In the midst of the mindless masses
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Without noticing, He restored the pieces of me Which I thought I’d lost this is a sweet stanza of the rich poem.. just never stop writing..you are doing well and you have ability alot..as i said so before too..respect your words too
I have found that the best poetry ignites with ones identity and this is one such poem for me. There has been such a stranger in my life also... thanks for reminding me.