The distance, the neophyte finds
Himself adrift; withdrawing
From the society into a world
Of private thoughts and beauty
He stood
In absolute silence, like
A solitary flower
In a shrinking pond; waiting
For the golden dawn
After years of solitude
And melancholy, the spirit
Liberates his memory
Giving him a new life in
The suburb of dreams
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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I used this poem on my blog, I hope you don't mind. So much emotion in this poem and so much beauty. You have such a gift for writing.
Thank you for being so generous, Technobabe. I'm extremely delighted, you've managed to find a good home for my poem. Please keep up the good work!
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