Mar. 8, 2010
As I walked through the sea of flowers under a setting sun,
I couldn’t help but to pity my lonely feet; my life undone
On a path that the leaves and the flowers had mantled
The rustling of the trees as the soft breeze come, musical harmony when they rattle
These old familiar places that my mind recall,
Full of laughter and joy; now quiet and lull
Green grass where we tumbled and fell,
A slight throb in my chest from the reminiscent spell,
The cold shadows cast by the parting day,
The darkness it impart, that’s where my sadness stays,
But as I look down on my lonely feet once more,
That’s when the man in me implore,
Perhaps loneliness is an art all of its own,
In appreciating the good things in life; that’s the beauty of walking alone.
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