All the riches in the world
Cannot buy a soft caress
They, who are mostly alone
And unloved, from all the rest
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I am not ignoring your beautiful poetry - I cannot get the browser on my computer to make solid contact with any site on the internet- even my gmail. I have to get this Vista thing replaced. I love your poetic heart and your sincere pen! ! !
oh, Sandra! ! ! this is so true and talented- -shows that sorrow can be beautifully written about- -10+++++++++++ and to my favorites
A magnificently made piece, dear Ma'am Sandra.....10+++++++++++++++
A magnificent poem! Please ignore the idiotic comment of an anonymous trouble maker...I know who is taking enough pleasure in these kind of activities! Just ignore such kind of useless comments! Always be bold and enjoy your passion of poetry!
Eloquently and tenderly written verse of the bane of loneliness. Hope this is not the case with you Sandra. Well composed. -
Worthless are the many words Consolations, have been heard When alone, life is absurd Even birds, fly as a couple All we know is lifeless statues, Those are really made of stone. And don't care if they're alone... beautiful
The plight of a lovelorn soul narrated in an intensity that is most touching. Thanks for sharing.
A wonderful, poignant and perceptive poem on love. Loneliness have been so vividly depicted. Yes, when alone, life is absurd. So beautifully written.