Friday, March 26, 1999
only the lonely
I am alone;
As the wind
That shifts the sands
On pebbled beaches,
As the feather
That drifts on the zephyr ,
drowns in the ocean,
As the solitary songbird
Witnesses break of day
Singing in welcome of morning,
I am alone.
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