in a jungle deep and dense
by the bank of an overflowing river
under the tree with thousand shadows
surrounded by disturbingly noiseless woods
lost in my own emptiness
I call for my loneliness, to come, see me
for THEY shall never be able to find us here
here we shall both
rest in peace
‘lost in my own emptiness’ Love that sentence ! XoXo
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hey Patty… thanks love
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The pictures you use, breathtaking creations!
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Aww.. Thanks a lot.. I a glad you like them
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Feel like being with the character in her loneliness
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Loneliness… so precious.. thanks a lot Parveen
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Your poem reminds me not to fear lonliness. Thanks Sestina. Blessings and appreciation! Roland
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True Roland.. I guess we must love many things that we are scared of.. Loneliness is one of them.. it allows us to look withing and search for the answers… Thank you so much for your love
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