Sitting On The Bench

Sitting on the bench,
over viewing the beautiful paths of the conservancy.

Makes me feel like a beautiful flower,
standing tall in a wild meadow.
Alone.

Makes my spirit dance,
and sing.
Alone.

Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others,
but in a world with only my soul.
Alone.
In Peace...

by Elizabeth Tews

Comments (2)

When you feel aloneness like this, you will never be lonely. An impressive expression of solitude. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥
Very nice poem you have written here Elizabeth you are a young poet with lots of potential so keep at it.