Sarun Stani


I have drunk, two cups of frothing loneliness.
I had a past, have future, but no present.
Alone in my dungeon i sit, drven by loneliness
I miss everything but me..

My home, a prison for me..
Where i am beaten by the rod of loneliness.
I live like the lonely winter tree;
Her branches stretched, with never any leaves.

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