
A crowd of people has no individuals, no faces, no names. Just moving bodies. i thought of thing when thinking about New York at rush hour. Not good at summaries but R&R if you want to. Much appreciated :
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 126 - Published: 11-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2866682
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A crowd of a thousand people
moving to the beat of their own.
Pushing and shoving
running and walking
no names, no faces,
just a body of bodies
Day in, day out
people of people
noticing everything
except those around
laughing and crying
talking and not stopping
life on a clock of time
Connecting with one
communicating all things
focusing on their face
memorizing its beautiful features
while listening to their words
trying hard not to forget
watching and waiting
listening and creating
a mental image of them
Until it comes to say goodbye
the once memorized face
gone into the crowd
bleeding into the others
with no trace behind
faces of white
names gone unknown
drowned with the figures
of thousands upon thousands
of bodies
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