The Mysterious Stranger
A stranger passed by
On a crowded street
Their face a blur
Their feet fleet
I barely noticed them
Lost in my own thought
But as they walked on
I couldn't help but be caught
By their aura, their presence
It lingered in the air
I turned to watch them go
And wondered, who are they and where?
Do they have a story
A life full of ups and downs?
Are they happy or troubled
Are they lost or found?
I'll never know, of course
For we were just strangers passing by
But for a moment, their presence
Made me stop and wonder, why?
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