Zebra Crossing
Any one stay with me I wasn't important
Maybe they don't know me or they had abhorrent
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But winter was there it was stunning I was alone but with my lonely dreams I was dark as night she was agleam I was zebra crossing just they pass I was still there like leaves of grass Their adventures like Huckleberry It was love philosophy and I was Shelley I wrote much letters alone in Cold Street Lovable stanza of a very beautiful poem. 10 for it. Thanks for sharing the poem. Subhas
Solitary road junctioned with lonely mind has giving us nowhere to reach but colder skin. However it somehow has helped many writers to write such beautiful heartfelt poem and you produced some of them, which is vividly beautiful like autumn forest