Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

January 21, 2011

The New Kid

by Jade

People race past you,
You wonder where they go.
You see strangers everywhere,

and think "I am all alone."
A face looks at you,

She starts walking closer.
She asks, "What's your name?"
You give a great smile.

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