“fleet-footed” good

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2025

 

And as you walk through these familiar streets, 
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest, 

The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-

Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
Finding a truth that keeps you moving forward.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Recognising the fact that not everyone "walks" around; however our mobility transpires, please allow for the poetic intention and licence. Thank you.

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