Z

His words flow smooth

Clear as the window

Through which I see him

 

His laughter is sonorous

Echoing in my mind,

As holy as Sunday’s church

Bells

 

But when the crowd moves

Leaving him behind

He’s so quiet

And I can’t help but to

Wonder why

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