February 13, 2007
Sense of Solitude | Abstraction
Still no hope,
But lamp is still lit.
In desert of distress,
I carry some bits.
Likes, what they are.
Dislikes, what they persuade.
I've no words, no regrets,
But I've been persuaded,
To be like what I am!
A life in solitude,
An inimitable tranquilizer rep.
Hold me, hold my hands!
Hold me again!
# posted by Dee @ 1:36 PM 
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