Introspective

A Poem by Beth

A poet in a turbaned dome

Troubled, walking to and fro,

Finds the words he wants to speak

Watching bright night city - bleak.

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The brooding poet... so often playing his role was I, pacing a room looking at greying sky...

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Added on May 3, 2010
Last Updated on June 24, 2010

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