Currently, the ink is drying on the parchment. Check back soon for a collection of my poems.
AND THEN—
I felt lonely — like the flowing waters, That flows o'er the hills and the plains, From the Himalayas or the Ullswater, Again through the ol' lane. 'Tis gone and will not answer, Like the graves that stood tenantless, And the hearts that still remained dead, — Like it was never alive. I also felt like the one among the crowds, And like the one who lost its voice in the shouts. I felt like a lonely star, Stranded in an abandoned alcazar. I wept at last, I wept again — Till tears and time did blend… And then—
— Du73s
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