1.
drifting alone in the throng
sifting torn yesterdays
thoughts weave
ever searching
to belong.
2.
hidden between fragmented shades
mingling in the folds of thought
dreams ceaselessly wander on
soaring above today’s tumult
as this afternoon fades.
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many thanks as always
Peace ✌
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