Nobody’s somebody


They look with those deep eyes
With an eager and clear heart
With fingers entwined on the pole near the wall
 
Sharing a faded smile 
thats more colourful than their clothes 
Those mystical moments weave a new bond  
As they welcome strangers to them 
who are strangers to themselves 
In life that been bestowed on all 
but a privilege to some
Copyright ©2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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