Saturday Mornings With P Poem by Shashank Tiwari

Saturday Mornings With P



And thus, I lie in my bed,

Both empty and full,
Sad and joyful,
Lost and found,
Enslaved and liberated,
Asleep and awake,
Alone and together,
With someone and no one


.......all at once.

Friday, July 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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Don't we have we all have that person in our lives who makes us feel so, some mornings? 🦊
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