Tied my shoes and off I set
To places Jesus never went
In my quest to find joy and peace
And dying merriment
…
And against the setting sun I saw
Shadow of a girl up yonder
And with every minute that passed
My aching heart grew fonder
…
At your feet I’ll lay my soul
And all my life I’ll bear your whims
If you can reproduce that one moment
And give me another glimpse

Wishful thinking maybe or just a lonely heart.
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Lonely heart
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You are an awesome poet!!!!
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Thank you
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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You are welcome,
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I understand having a lonely heart. 😔
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Hope. Love. Peace. And boo.
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Very nice..
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Thanks
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You are very welcome.
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Hey Frank! Thank you so much for checking out our brand-new blog, pscigarette! We’re excited you stopped by, and we’re always happy to find other bloggers who seem to share our passion for writing 🙂
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Welcome
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Sweet!
Hope is always sweet. 🙂
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Thanks
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Wow, that’s a beautiful poem.
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Thanks a lot
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