No one will ever come
To show her love to me
I am the river now and
Will remain a river forever
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No man is an island, wrote John Donne many years ago. How true. We are all connected, one way or another. You may sit in the dark, all by yourself, but eventually someone will stumble over you and be made aware of your presence. Anyone can sit under the tree and enjoy its shade, and flowers are for everyone to pick and enjoy. You need only reach out for them. A touching poem.
That's a very nice compliment. Thanks for support. Feeling inspired.
Beautifully painted the picture of dejection. liked it. keep it up dear. Stay blessed
I am glad you liked it. Thanks for giving your time. Regards.