Unlike Before

by

Md Cooks

Thinking in rhythm,
Dreaming in rhyme,
I often felt,
Lonely and blind,
From a life,
I could not find.

Then a photo,
Caught my eye,
And the voice,
From letters written,
Called by choice,
And I was bitten.

Now I wonder,
Like before,
Is this opening,
Or closing this door,
To a love,
Unlike before.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Of rainfall and wind
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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