Alone I stood,
Stone hearted,
Weathered by vagaries of time.
Around me an enticing diaspora,
Leaving me untouched.
The canopy above,
Suffused with warm blues,
Sheathed me with a clouded grey.
The lucid aquamarine surf,
Enthralled with Nature’s hues,
Gambolled in a merry mirth,
Rising to crash in a symphony.
The silvery surf on a languorous blue,
It mocked at me,
For I just stood glued,
Rooted to my past,
So much so,
Just refusing to let it go.
The silvery surf,
It was a brave heart,
It traversed the unknown,
It fearlessly crashed into the brown sands,
Taking it along ,
And leaving some behind,
A repository of untold thought.
And I,
Just looked on.
I watched the rocky land,
Jutting into the seas,
Trying to reach me,
To be my friend.
But I,
I did not hold that hand,
And I just looked on,
For,
I was,
A lone island.
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theindieshe 
Beautiful but very sad.
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Thank you .
It is what is happening around.
People stand alone in a crowd.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Hi! I arrived here from a ?random link. I thought you might like to know that the image at the head of this post is broken 😦 I think it should be this one: (I hope this works…)
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I will look into it.
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