For completeness sake here is a poem I wrote while alone and depressed : Blue sky lit with gold
Blue sky lit with gold
The wind is cold
As the wind plays with my hair
Alone at a cafe
Passersby on their way
As the wind plays with my hair
Painted faces with - out a trace
of a human smile or grace
As the wind plays with my hair
Shopping or working
Rarely talking
As the wind plays with my hair
Troubled eyes do I see
Taking no heed of Hellos
As the wind plays with my hair
Like clouds
which come and go
As the wind plays with my hair
A sad morning like the previous
Alone like the rest
As the wind plays with my hair
.
The wind is cold
As the wind plays with my hair
Alone at a cafe
Passersby on their way
As the wind plays with my hair
Painted faces with - out a trace
of a human smile or grace
As the wind plays with my hair
Shopping or working
Rarely talking
As the wind plays with my hair
Troubled eyes do I see
Taking no heed of Hellos
As the wind plays with my hair
Like clouds
which come and go
As the wind plays with my hair
A sad morning like the previous
Alone like the rest
As the wind plays with my hair
.
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