'I found, when I left, that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet, they'd come and seek me out, we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.'
and i remember the talk
when we simply sit down
on that small space in the
park where all the children
have already left for home
when we face the sunset
and when we were talking
on the same vibrations
same vocabulary
same talk same theme
same outlooks and same
hope for the healing of the
dying light
when we feel at home
with ourselves without
seeing each others' eyes
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