Eerie! There is a truth in loneliness – oh lone witched craft practicer!
Bells tinkle no more in my holy shed, oh, my god! I’m fed;
Loneliness wrestles in my head oh, my god I’m dead in bed.
I bet I've lived for 1 million years, oh, my lord! I’m a bluebird;
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((Lonliness is an island in the concerned by a sea of men It's a state of feeling moving from others yet longing for other men I'm sold in the sale of lonliness)) I like these lines, , written so excellently and it's very touching lines... -Sometimes lonliness is a good state for our mind where we remember our past treasures; memories-> It's a good poem, , top marks! ! !
Ugh! There is a truth in loneliness – oh, lone necromancer! Yikes! Empty owl hoots, a lonely cat loots; With dried up roots, I’m about to hang my boot; I don’t know – it’s me or my enemy, I’m about to shoot out; very fine way of describing and very interesting. tony
Thank you Tony for your baronial comment.
Thank you dear honourable for your lovely comment!