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Loneliness

I am a stranger. My reclusiveness And painful lonesomeness in my exile Is severe. But yet in my aloofness I contemplate an unknown charming isle And this meditation surfeits my dreams With specters of great and distant lands that My eyes have never seen. Although it seems I am a stranger with no welcome mat To greet me from the crowd, I say within Myself, what law has joined me with them? I am a stranger to myself, wherein I hear my tongue; my ears always condemn My voice. I hear my inner self impart Unknown interrogations of my heart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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