Lost

Sitting in a chair

Wasting a beautiful day

Sitting all alone

Bought a house but has no home

Lost in no thoughts

Until he saw a face

Until he saw her face

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths

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