My eyes can feel what my hands can see,
The touching smells of a silent life.
As I walk among people seemingly so free,
But all they want is apparently hide.
I deep my sight in the crowded streets,
And suddenly I hear a profound pain.
The sonorous chords of mourning peeps,
Hiding in shadows and so much in vain.
My senses make me follow the scent,
And I can't just let it all go.
The world shows and make me bend,
Before the cruel reality that flow.
What should I do? I mutely cry inside.
Giving a hand would solve the situation?
I pass by thinking: "Pity would make it wide".
So better wait for the next reincarnation.
Thank you so much for your visit!
@manandezo