Saturday, June 25, 2005

Loneliness

I sign my name upon the window.
Fogged and moist in winter's cold.
Yet loneliness hangs all around me.
As another day unfolds.
One bold request for someone to hear me.

Yet all alone the truth is clear.
A misty morning hold my silence.
And silence it soon becomes.
The tranquility of nature leaves me.
Questioning the race I run.

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