Lost Iam

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This is lost I am

Don’t come looking

For me – just let me be

Don’t bother me

The Weeping Willow

Is very quite and beautiful

Dusk coming softly

With no one by

To touch my soul

Full moon smiles down on me

I smile back – like a old wish

I shall whisper your heart to sleep

Down a laughing path of dreams

Colored things and light

Roses and lilies

An enchanted garden

Once upon a time

She holds the little

Daily sweets of earth

On high – of things

We loved well, she and I

Stars in the nights soft black

Leaves that swish soft like rain

This is lost I am

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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