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Loneliness Post by :imported_n/a Category :Poems Author :John Freeman Date :September 2011 Read :897

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Loneliness

How green and strange the light is,
Creeping through the window.
Lying alone in bed,
How strange the night is!

How still and chill the air is.
It seems no sound could live
Here in my room
That now so bare is.

All bright and still the room is,
But easeless here am I.
Deep in my heart
Cold lonely gloom is!





(The end)
John Freeman's poem: Loneliness

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