I
is a selfish letter,
seeking its own pleasure.
I
stands alone
upon the field of life.
I
walks alone
across joyless plains.
I
is single
and always alone.
is a selfish letter,
seeking its own pleasure.
I
stands alone
upon the field of life.
I
walks alone
across joyless plains.
I
is single
and always alone.
This poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.
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