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The splashing sound of water
makes me realize
someone's out there
active - working
or just having fun
unaware
without care
The sound of hundred voices
reach my ear
but I hear
nothing in particular
Just rumors
The wind being vehicular
performing extracurricular
Cars driving by
an engine runs
a dirty chair
a now empty schoolyard
why am I here?
Is this end or start?
Where is my heart?
Joan Marques
Copyright ©2002 Joan Marques
Poetry
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