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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
and the sun is a flame-white disc
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
Goin' down the road, Lawd,
Goin' down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Alone but not lonely
Broke yet not poor
Down, yet not out
Smiling, but not laughing
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch
Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek
Poems without readers
Are like lonely wallflowers
On the wide dance floor.
In the bay of sleeping muskies
Where the grey goose dreams
and the mist upon the water
leaves nothing as it seems
Lonely as I am
Lonely lonely as I am
Lonely lonely lonely as I am
Lonely as I am
In the birth of man is a thrills.
Too, Being Alone is very thrills.
Loneliness is a medicine to the troubled heart...
Often am lonely,
I am lonely even when am in a crowd
I am lonely
Lonely because my heart beats so separately
For a sky to lonely and yet it wish to be touch with respect thus when one see the stars with sparkle in the eyes of the stars but it's the angels that will fill night sky with respect thus very min that the stars touch a lonely sky thus a lonely sky is like a lonely heart that wish to feel respect but yet a lonely sky that wish to feel the touch of respect.
The more the lonely sky wish to feel the touch of respect for one wish for the touch of respect thus every min that the sky is lonely the more once heart will feel empty like a lonely sky but for where there is a star thus there a angel with eyes that sparkle in the night just to look into a lonely sky thus once heart feel lonely and yet a lonely sky that wish to feel the touch of respect.
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