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Number One
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Life Number One:
One is the loneliest number
creating songs sung blue,
distant memories, scattered thoughts,
images of you.
Solitary evenings,
days spent all alone,
no sweet voice to comfort me,
a cold and empty home.
Moonlights silent symphony
filling up my heart;
no one here to share the joy,
I don't know where to start.
Why did you have to go, my love
and leave me in this place,
of wanting one more moment
just to see your lovely face?
Darkness slowly fading
into the morning light,
the colors of a new day
should be a welcomed sight.
But happiness eludes me
as this day has now begun,
the day the loneliest number
was, to me, the number one.
Michael Hibbard
And Cheryl Koomoa ( Koko)
Love this. One is a humanly
Love this. One is a humanly lonely number for sure. Glad the two of you created such beautiful word dances for us all to enjoy. Thanks to the both of you for sharing.
Irks
Don't you just hate lying awake thinking of nonsense things. You know, like love?
Well perhaps women are better at waiting for love than men.
Well
we dont lie awake thinking about love,sorry if you do. It was a collaborative poem. You just need to write your rant and be well:)
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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