I find myself alone
With the seeds I have sown
On a beach – cold, dark and stranded
Where no saint has ever landed
Where the hearts turn to stone
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Frank Solanki 
:_( So relatable!
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I offer you this from a parent whose child has ascended—are you lonely or are you now lost? Some touch us so profoundly deep that our very Being is lost in all ways without them.
I love your poetry. Eloquent truth in it’s rawness❤️
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Hi Cynthia,
Thank you for your warm words. I hope you are alright. To answer your question, I am alright. I feel not happy at times and that is okay. It allows me to unleash my creativity in the form of poems. 💗😇
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This sounds heart wrenchingly beautiful yet sad.
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An epilogue to the Substitute series! Kind of!
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Time has come to reap,
the hope you sown deep.
By the solitude you churned,
all stones are turned,
into the golden sands of beach
Cheer up Frank !
Life isn’t far from your reach
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Ah, beautiful! Thank you for this 💗🌟
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Thankyou Frank 😊
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😇 have a nice day!
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Very nice
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Thank you, Yaw!
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