In the lonely town,
Silence marches like a garrison.
A man looks out a window,
A window square,
And imagines you will come.
Why is he in exile,
In love with his grief—
Had you planned this misery, this pathos?
Or has a passing face
Together with his grief
become in his soul
A sadness as inexplicable, perhaps,
As a tear's circle found
On a distant star?
Beautiful poetry
Lonesome
But real feeling
I know the feeling
thanks for your response!
This poem sings to my soul.
Cómo me toca este poema, @johnjgeddes!! No sé si sabes, pero soy de Venezuela. Un país que se va quedando solo. Todos miran por esa ventana: todos esperan, todos se despiden. No hay un amor que quede firme ante tanto escombro, tanta desidia. A qué sabes las soledades producidas por la distancia? Tal vez a una promesa de un próximo recuentro. Te beso esas manos.
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great poem. deep within. lovely.
From booster have you really got 10% did you check?
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