Loving my solitude whenever it be
With no one around buzzing like a bee
No pretence, no words of politeness, a time I feel free
People, a boredom since I wonder how to please
So I seek my solitude when and where it is
Every single day with every beat of my heart
I look for something I know not what
Seeking a miracle to happen if might,
bring into my heart a light
Or a day wonderfully bright
Or a wind blowing me to a place out of sight
There would be no worries left, no evil to fight
what's on my mind I can’t put into words right
Here I am clad in white,
waiting for the miracle to pour into my heart the light.
Our NYC Solstice (Limerick)
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Old Man Winter’s arrived. We got snow.But it wasn’t a terrible blow;Just an
inch (maybe two)Graced New York, right on cue,With its glistening view, all
aglow.
11 hours ago
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Is it a crime; is it a sin?
The feeling I have of something amiss,
You be my guest, you be my judge
You be the one, who send me to pen.
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