*
A rush to the street
buses crossing
the other way
confusing
.
on the other side
a walk made of millions of breaths
thousands of steps
hundred of thoughts
.
and one worry
being there on time
.
one more
if I may tell the truth
hiding
.
behind rules of
“being respected”
where are you?
.
.
annamosca 
Wow!! This is one of my all-time favorites written by you. I shall read it over many times. Tremendous insight into humanity and still leaving a little room for something more hidden inside the poet herself of which you give us just a little glimpse.
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I really like what you got out of it! Keep on reading it. It moves under the eyes.
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