Monday, June 13, 2016

Sitting Alone

Sometimes I sit alone
and listen to the wind.
The wind has no echo,
it keeps my secret safe.
Sometimes I sit alone
with shade under a tree,
its roots are always loyal,
the trees will never leave.
Sometimes I sit alone
near an ocean's lake.
a body like my body
yet to make it to its place.
Sometimes I sit alone,
inside a crowded room,
hoping that one day
I will find you.

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