A flower in the corner of my vision
See soft light hovering around
Old memory of beauty long gone
beckons me, but it’s just a shadow—
for the real you does not want me
and there’s nobody around
I can sense a million minds
all lonely, alone, together like me
each craving something
they sometimes remember
but never in its entirety
For the flowers, in memor,
have lost all their fragrance
and are nothing more
than pretty paper now.
Excellently penned poem on being alone...seems I feel that a great deal, except I am not alone, I have Rufuz the Ruthless Dufuz, my old stinky dog...Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2004
This captures the feeling of being alone extremely well. Great write.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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