Crowded table,
Busy, loud –
To me it’s still
An empty place
Alone, even
In the crowd,
On the table-top
I trace your face.
Of late, it seems,
Where ever I reach
Just brings me back
To where I stand;
While others play
Upon the beach,
I draw your picture
In the sand.
oh wow this is really nice.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Furree. Am glad you liked it. :)
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