Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Rookie - 0 Points (27.03.73 / Northumberland, England)

Solitude - Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

From the window shines a light
through the attic day and night
One by one the fun is made
broken windows on the parade
Passers by shoot a glance
silence remains amongst the stance
The cold draws near
the sun declines
to stay awake and off it shines
Like a lighthouse in darkness the street lights fade
and once again solitude is made

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

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