Poems by Krystal Monson

Faces in the Crowd

a poem by

Krystal Monson

I scan the beautiful faces that pass so quickly
and yearn to know each one’s story.
They come and go,
masterpieces,
in their own unique brilliance and intrigue,
blind to the treasures they contain,
and I smile,
because I am one of the few
that can really see.

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