The Wall Poem by Dark Revenge Angel Night
The Wall
I sit alone on a
Long brick wall
As people walk by
I sink into my own
Little world, crying, crying
My loving friend
Comes to comfort me
She knows, she knows
She knows when I’m depressed
How does she do it?
She knows me.
Hi D.R.A.N It's comforting to know that we have friends that understand us, know us as people and are in tune with the vibes that feed off us when we're the darkness..this poem of yours reflects all of this...true emotion....nicely composed best wishes Jon
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/21/2024 4:48:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh ya How does someone knows us? It stimulate this query in mind.