You’ll find me there,

at the home of the lonely.

So quit despair,

And come to meet me.

The sunrise is pretty,

I guess you’ll feel calmer,

Around all the beauty,

And also much warmer.

Maybe I won’t be so lonely,

If you ever reach,

Gone will be the misery,

When I hear your car screech.

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    1. You are most welcome. Keep it up. I’ll stop by soon again. ❤️

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    2. Isha says:

      Thank you!

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      1. You are most welcome

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  1. blindzanygirl says:

    Wow. Lovely.

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    1. Isha says:

      Thank you!

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  2. Beautiful poem, Isha. Too good

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  3. Brad Osborne says:

    Well written and the longing is palpable!

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    1. Isha says:

      Thank you!

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  4. I was reading along when suddenly . . . I heard a car come to a screeching stop. Great effect at the end of your poem!

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    1. Isha says:

      Thank you!

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  6. Isha says:

    Thank you!

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    1. Isha says:

      Thank you for reading!

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  7. Baydreamer says:

    Beautiful words that tug at the heart, Isha.
    ~Lauren

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    1. Isha says:

      Thank you very much, Lauren! And thanks for stopping by. Have a great day! 🌸

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