Stranger Poem by McKenzie Spaulding

Stranger



Silent lips,
Yet her hazel eyes are constantly glancing about,
Capturing every unspoken action.
A noiseless listener to every conversation.
Although, when all else is hushed,
It's her questioning voice that fills the airwaves.
Sincerely seeking to understand the interworkings of each action.

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