The Old Poet
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The Old Poet

The Alone 2

A Poem

A man alone upon his bed,
Sits staring out a window,
He hears a noise and turns his head,
But sees no ghost or widow.

The light that shines may blind his eyes,
May hurt them just a little,
But when he turns around to look,
His sight is strangely fickle.

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Personal poetry based on photographic images.

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