Alone Poem by Duy Bui

Alone



My wayfaring, a promenade
till doomsday.
Eternity, He Avers my right hand
Loneliness, a hidebound nestle
caresses the opposite.
The mien of one drifter,
She nonplused my prints’
expressions.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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Duy Bui

Duy Bui

Portsmouth NH
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