Loneliness Poem by Amer Jag

Loneliness



I hear drops falling down,
making silence just a dust in my memories.
I hear drops falling down,
no matters if it's raining, or dry as now.
It might be something,
indescribable.
Still, silence can be
very pricy thing.

Sometimes, it makes me
feeling. You,
near me. Dropping your
ideas, disturbing the golden silence.
Someone would say, loneliness.

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Amer Jag

Amer Jag

Zenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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