SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

Crowds

The most when i feel alone
Is always when i'm not
Crowded stores and crowds outdoors
The bigger the crowd the loneliness is fought

So what has caused this loneliness to set in
And to whom or what can i blame
Maybe crowds keep my heart never to mend
Leaving me hopeless forever without change

I'm not familiar with myself from the inside out
For it has always been very clear
To capture love for myself
My flesh runs the show of my being here

So here i bloom for a short hour unseen
Drinking my milk all up
With no root in this land to keep my branches green
I will end up standing in a bare cup!

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Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

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Very true, thanks. I request you to read my poems and comment.