But in the darkness,
I was crying once.
A coldness, but
not quite of death.
And I saw you dancing,
making merry.
An actual world
of love and life.
That was enough,
and I was all
eyes and ears.
And the darkness
was lost.
A new witness
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 
Beautiful!🧡👌
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