Empty Cup

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I can not move, 
I feel so brittle,
I stare at an empty cup,
Resting on the table 
that can not move 
And 
brittle too ,
with the windows open. 
A train cry , 
A little rain ,
A quiet lightening ,
I get up,
less lonely;
With the windows open .
To see , 
clouds , 
Raindrops
and
little intimacy;
In the shadows of the nights . 
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- © The Himalayan Messiah.
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 5:39 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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