Crowd in transit,
everyone carries their own baggage,
carries their hope for future,
or despair in the moment,
hues of yin & yang,
no absolute state,
joy becomes sorrow,
sorrow becomes joy,
life is forever in transient,
there may be happiness,
or sadness,
in these fleeting images.
Love your poem. Its different from your normal style. What kind of transit place is this? Airport or train station?
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Thank you Jess! I guess it reflected my mood at that time. It was a picture given by the wordpress team for a daily task, for the Blogging U. writing course I’ve signed up.
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