Friday, 27 September 2013

Nobody lingers to talk with me

Nobody lingers to talk with me,
their heart in me nothing enjoys, 
conversing, only to see their wandering eyes,
willing to depart at every chance. 
For them no blame I hold, 
For cold my presence must feel, 
alone I must forever live.


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