Poetry

Stranger (#691)

No more when I am one myself.
A stranger in a strange land,
Surely a lonely curse in itself,
No more when I am one myself.
Survival- the ultimate test of self,
I’m just a grain amongst the sand,
No more when I am one myself.
A stranger in a strange land,

Any Thoughts?

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