A Lonely Me

A Lonely Me

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Sitting isolated, staring at the sea,

Holding the sand, not let it flee,

Who cares and stays with me,

Countless tides come and go, with glee.


None knew beyond the sky,

The droplets of rain lying high,

Inside the mysterious desolate mind,

Locked in casket millions of cry.


Gentle breeze blows on me,

Happy moments are like a weeping tree,

Prison'd life, bring that golden key,

Open the doors to let desire go free ..


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