Yes
sometimes am lonely and lost,
but am not alone.
the red trees walk/will walk besides me
all the way ,
till am gone.
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Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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... wow ... beautiful picture ... and simple but profound lines that enrich it with your own shade of red ... there are always witnesses ... and they're probably as immersed in their own solitude ... maybe unwittingly ... (wondered if the s in besides is intentional) ...
ReplyDeletethere are hues
some shades of me
and some your blues
the red i reckon
is deliriously divine
craving and consumed
by a sublime time
:] yeah witnesses are everywhere.
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