In the sprinkles, he waited.
She never returned.
Tears of wrath welled up in his eyes.
Never once did he think
things would turn out that way.
The imagery — in front of the hearth,
listening to one another's tales.
Wandering into the open field
where the gleeful recollections arose.
Thought at once serene touched,
yet it hurt much more.
Venturing into the woods,
he found a brook.
As the stream flows,
the outrage went vague.
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Poems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone
PoetryPoems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone is the second book of narrative poems, that comes after Poems of A Scrunched Paper.
