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The Outsider Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Bitsy, Sweden Jan 24, 2004
Culture   Poetry

  

Anonymous faces passing by
Foreign tongue, foreign land
I sit, my head in hands,
And cry.

Crowds of people here and there
running, walking
I look through tear-filled eyes
but where?

Broken-hearted and alone
wounded, betrayed
somewhere, nowhere
far from home.

Must wipe away my desperate tears
put away the pain
gather strength...move on
ere night-time nears.





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what a poem!
Ebuenyi Ikenna D. | Sep 16th, 2004
Nice poem but very sad ,hope u aren't that sad ?We all got one life;and it doesn't call for sadness.



Not very much than beautiful!
Akbur (Solil) | Nov 23rd, 2004
Hi lucia Sadness has been wiped away and pain left long as far, Now i see your poem is full of hope, That’s the things made you strong. Wish exception in future writing. solil



I know how you feel
melanie mae | Nov 2nd, 2005
Being in a foreign country. FIND friends. Internet is not good enough. Find people that you can really talk to and be in company with that really care about you.

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