Solitud Poem by Sandra Feldman
Solitud
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I have no love,
To call my own,
And yet,
It really doesn't matter,
I stir the night,
And eat my foam,
And hear the soft rain, chatter
I have no friends,
Just virtual blends,
Of shadows that I shatter,
And I'm alone, computerized,
And yet, I find
It really does not matter
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5/9/2024 12:04:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Am i a ghost? Virtual blends are still alive, And if we can touch the hearts with our words we are not alone. We can dating, talk, approach ourselves and be friends. Alone is a concept of touch, nothing more.