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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

No One There

It is an invisible shadow.
It has no sound.
No silence.
It is a parallel world.
A continent of stillness,
where the wind has no voice.
But there are people.
Crowds that step into the streets,
but not coming to a place.
No one waving to another.
Yet everyone holds a hand?

Here and there a smile
going somewhere.
A smile returned.
People move with shadows
behind them.
I am missing.
The wind goes through me.
There is a pillow over my ears.
I look into a mirror
and see what can’t be seen.
Loneliness.

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