Loneliness is a crying newborn Wanting only to be picked up And held Still loneliness . . About the poem: I love Thich Nhat Hahn’s advice to
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Poem: I Didn't Call You
I didn’t call you today But I think you heard me anyway I didn’t see you But I saw your knowing eyes I didn’t write you But I
Poem: Walking Me Home
I was on the verge of lonely Walking home Dark streets All to myself But at the end of every block You are there My big brother moon Acting