Sunday, November 13, 2011

The Three Hundred Fifteenth, November 11, 2011

solitude
seeking to be alone in a crowd
block out the humanity
find the quiet
peace 

2 comments:

  1. I do have this feeling sometimes too.

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  2. 16 words, 24 syllables
    A new form of poem is created. Nicely done.

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