Solitude Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson
Solitude
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
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,solitude
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