Holy Moly, Holy-Dooly! A Human Fox Cracks Up In The Melancholy Comments

[We tend to live more isolated with tiles and styles in a ultramodern city] but the dreams that we keep in our private mind will flourish oneday when we get the dreams before our eyes! ! ! Excellent poem! !

Harry, , Jacqui and Shanavas said it all.......

Oh I love this little personal piece of your heart, Harry my dear! It's something that sounds so familiar, especially the hugging your pillow tight at night, wishing for someone to hold you through the night part. It's beautiful and magnificent! Melancholity is my middle name... It's hard to find one to share your pillow with.

Life flows smoothly as brooks do in the young age, a tender age with full of innocence. we lead a life of pure and demure but when we in youth everything changes in the tipsy-topsy world like this..... 'Life altered with genetic mutation, a limitation! Someone let him down, he face turned into a solemn frown, He barged in the Google search for cares and a crown, Truth dawned upon him: loneliness kills inside with no hesitation! ' Yet all roads leads to Rome is a famous saying but here I see most of your poems leads to loneliness. however, I enjoy reading your loneliness poems when I feel lonely. A decent work on loneliness. Let honor with a master's degree in it! Ha, ha, ha, !