Faces in Places
Wandering around feeling so lonely, cardboard faces in cardboard places, none will stop to ask, " Who are you, stranger? "
No grassy field, it’s all concrete and stranger still, as the pavement is shouting, “ I’m lonely!” Its echo is not heard; emptiness fills the places.
See this building, tallest among the places. Here, you rub shoulders with folks, yet lonely. Who will know that you are a stranger?
Ah, this place, but for the yammers, is lonely.
Agatha Lai
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stanza 1 Cardboard, None
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