Pockets Of Sadness
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Walking lonely upon shore, thinking vaguely of why
you are here.
Not wanting anyone to intrude on your silent reverie
in your little space.
Continuing walking, hands in pockets full of sadness
and no one to share your thoughts with.
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