‘You look so lonely’
You said.
‘Sitting there on the bus’
I thought to myself,
sometimes the days
drift – like a sigh.
But in the wink of an eye,
I think of you.
And spring breathes
upon me.
As I Sit Waiting
‘You look so lonely’
You said.
‘Sitting there on the bus’
I thought to myself,
sometimes the days
drift – like a sigh.
But in the wink of an eye,
I think of you.
And spring breathes
upon me.
With lonely people the God always resides . Nice approach to poetry .
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