by Nancy Snipper
When walking down the alley
Dreaming in emptiness.
You have a feeling inside
you,
A feeling of loneliness.
No wanton breezes whisper.
The sound of silence is
dead.
And one can only see in the
dark
Where you have left your
tread.
You wish to run away alone
'Ere dawn begins to show.
And there in solitude you
will find
A world that's all of your own.
Yes, a feeling inside you
that's pure.
That the naked eye can't
see.
But you,
yourself know it's there.
With
loneliness you want to be free.
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