Strangers I don't know,
Saying hello.
I know we must look weird,
Bags full with trash we have cleared.
Their lives are unknown to me,
Living by a forest or a city without a tree,
Living in the mountains or a house beside the shore.
Were their lives complete, or did they wish for more?
I will never know these strangers' stories.
This poem is for all of them, in their different categories.
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