My Poetry Corner.
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted." (Shelley)
Monday, 21 June 2010
The Stranger, My Muse...
I stumbled across him, somehow
In the midst of the mindless masses
I took his hand and
We walked
And I felt real again.
We talked about everything,
And nothing.
Without noticing,
He restored the pieces of me
Which I thought I’d lost
And then he was gone.
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