Poem 136 – Solitude

Sometimes words flow,
Pouring out my pen like her silken tresses,
Marvelling in her majesty, a man in love.
But she’s gone,
No longer will I feel her caresses,
And the words stop, since she did go.

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Dear readers,

A short poem today. I’m afraid I’ve been busy.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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