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.

1 comment:

. said...

It's really well-written.and very simple.