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Sunday night alone....
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Sunday night alone.... |
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Slashed soul Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
The music gently fills the room I recline in my chair soft crackles of burning tobacco eminate from my cigarette smoke drifts upwards hugging my face. Inhaling slowly I recall the day a quite contenedness within I tap the ash from my cigarette gently into the ashtray, I gaze upwards. Piano notes comfort my mind the notes hanging forever in the smoke No hussle or hassle, just me on my own. Thoughts ebb into my mind without reason dissapearing as quickly as they arrived and yet I am alone. Days have passed, and yes I am still here thinking of my next move, where to go. I smile, I think, the piano fades away.... -Rich- [This message has been edited by Slashed soul (edited 06-04-2000).] |
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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
There is a definate difference between loneliness and solitude. There is a peace in this poem that speaks to me. Nice Work! "That man has shown himself great who has never grieved in evil days and never bewailed his destiny." --Seneca |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Reading this poem has brought on a very calm feeling. A soft, and sort of quiet peaceful scene...thinking about what's next. I like this. Take care. |
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Angelical Face New Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 6 |
Just loved your poem! very well written just loved it! Paula Elis |
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