awake, alone,
dispelling night cold as stone,
yearning, aching,
for a kinder, gentler day,
when rivulets of tears drain silently away … … …
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awake, alone,
dispelling night cold as stone,
yearning, aching,
for a kinder, gentler day,
when rivulets of tears drain silently away … … …
The Manic Scribbler
How are you my dear man? Hope you are well
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all well, dear friend … rather scribble than be bogged down ☺. Thank YOU ever so much
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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So beautiful, so sorrowful. During research recently I pulled up an article on The independent.UK that said loneliness was an epidemic. I am sure this is true not just for Britain, so many millions in the world yet we are lonely in so many places.
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that’s a very interesting take on loneliness … perhaps the only solace from that is that though we may be lonely, we are not alone … I know I know kind of oxymoronic 😼😊
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Yes, it is, but true. The problem is not being alone, but being unable to connect.
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Too true , my friend 👍✌✊
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Exactly what I feel now.
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Strength, my friend ✌✊👍
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