Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Stranger. Comments

Rating: 5.0

Lost all hope, no respite to be found,
early hours, problems compound.
Lying awake, no one hears you weep,
unconscious sanctuary, oh, blissful sleep.
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Ray Sinclair
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Aakash Nengroo 25 July 2017

A nice poem on humanity... Deeply felt then wrtten with the presiding feeling Thanks for sharing You may visit my poems

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