I have a friend. Her name is Loneliness.
I'm grateful to have a friend like her. Loneliness is the only comfort I've got.
She keeps me company all the time.
I pick the rose from the daisy field and entangle it behind my ear.
The sky is painted grey and the sea is painted black.
The sand tickles my feet and the wind kisses my hair.
I may not be social, but I have lots of company.
The tree branches wrap their arms around me and my tears caress my cheeks.
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The wonders of poetry
ŞiirThis book is going to mainly be short, freestyle poems and maybe a few rhyming couplets with it.
