summer nights
summer nights
when all to be heard
is a mockingbird
flying at great heights
the summer sun
is going down
the summer birds
are sleeping
and I am left
alone in the world
lying here
weeping
Author notes
Written February 25th, 2006
A contest entry
- ~Weeping in Solitude ~ by Frozentearz.
300 points, ended March 4, 2006, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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How sad it is when we find ourself alone and weeping,
sigh.
Thanks for sharing
Frozentears
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