pja b77 Poems

Sitting beside the window,
looking at a dark cloud,
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She thought she’d hug him,
When she meets him…
She’d cry in his arms
And never leave him.
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When the lights are out,
and its time to sleep,
I hide under the blanket,
and in a secret place I creep.
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People are here
but they are not to stay.
like seasons they come..
and they fade away.
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I lost the will to live,

long ago.
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