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by Lucia | |
Published on: Jan 24, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=2767 | |
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. « return. |