two decades of walking alone,
finding love that returneth not,
perhaps i'm a lone cyclamen,
living in an inhabited island.
a howling wolf at the moon,
going into empty rooms,
finding abandoned toys,
my garden full of tumbleweeds
sleeping in abandoned towns,
places where no one comes,
two decades of walking alone,
finding love that returneth not.
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Misty Sea | Poems
PoetryAnother tear fell from her eyes and it joined the trillion tears in the sea. Then, she jumped into the sea. Under the sea, she tried to find and catch her old tears but it wasn't found. Suddenly, she realized that she was already in a pool of tears...
