Silent Pavement

Unnoticed, overlooked, brushed aside,
Lost under the footsteps, urgently rushing by.
Forgotten, tired, left behind
The silent pavement lets out a long, deep sigh:

If only you would stop your hasty stride,
If only you would pause, just for a little while,
Endless streams of colour would spring to life and rise
From the deep of my fractures, veins and ancient scars.

If only you would stop and look around,
You’d see a touch of beauty that lifts the heart,
Brightens up the days and makes you smile,
If only you would stop and glance, before you slowly wear me down.

© Vanda Ralevska

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