Poems

In the absence od people life is still lived.
Fully.
In all its beauty.

So...
Why are we here for ?

You walk alone in life.

In  a path that only your feet know were to roam...

Were words are your only confort...

And writtings in the wind are not an exception...

A hug is something to look forward to...

And friends are a liability...

You walk alone because you are alone.

This is who I am.

The End

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