Sitting in my little crammed cabin of pine
I was lost in dreary thoughts of mine
Oh my soul I don't get you!
Where you go and when you rest?
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There is nothing forced nor feigned in these testimonials of dedication to his work as sentry here.......job is a job whatever it may be, what really is needed is love and loyalty for the work one assigned for.......well thought out and very well scripted........thanks for saring....10
Hi Deep, I just read your poem. Its beautifully written. The long, lonely night, a watchman keeps vigil of a military camp. Who can stop the flood of thoughts that comes galloping down like a splash of rain? ....10
A lovely poem.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too...10 +++ Naila
A refined poetic imagination, Deep P. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Beautidul poem expressing a watchman’s thoughts. His lonely night duties are one of the hardest jobs. Thank you for sharing. I also thank you for visiting and commenting on my poem.
Beautiful thoughts Wonderful poem Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
Such a beautiful poem about lonely night when you forced to ink down your thoughts. Beautifully composed it is very interesting to read. Thanks for sharing.
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