Loneliness

Rating: 4.5

Sitting down on the white sand I raise my coconut
Slash off its top with my machete,
And sip on the juice greedily.

I take a wooden spoon carefully crafted from twigs
And carve out the coconut flesh
And stuff my face handsomely.

Tossing the empty shell aside, I sprawl myself on the beach,
Forming sand angels with my arms,
And soak up the sun recklessly.

I turn to my left, and to my right, hoping to share my glee,
Of course, I’m the only one on the beach,
And I weep, by myself, terribly.

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ahhhhh, Warren! this is so touchingly beautiful....thank you.

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