For a moment, I froze the scene,
While the street was so crowded,
With thoughtful faces as in a dream.
Minute by minute, light is becoming fainter
With stillness everywhere,
And some dull faces showing nowhere,
The world of now is scattered
Into many ones,
Gleam in some eyes is taking me to their realms.
Walking through frozen people, experiencing new worlds;
Each has its own features and smells
Each has its own sorrow and joys
Each has its own ups and downs
All has the same termination.
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