Of Loneliness
Perpetual sand, the timer’s glass
The watched clock, slows the evening’s pass
I hear voices of spring by Johann Strauss
A haunted mind in an empty house
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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A fine write Andrew.
A beautiful write of the ache of loneliness
The torment of a lonely soul's ache with time. A haunting write.
THANKS ANDREW ~ We all suffer from lonliness from time to time ~ especially when we are separated form the one we LOVE ! As you know ANGELA (NZ) and I (GB) have been separated (physically) by 11,500 miles for over a Year (but our hearts still beat as ONE) between UK & NZ. I have plenty of Friends (and so does Angela in NZ) but at times we long to touch and not just talk ~ on phone or skype ! In OCTOBER I am travelling to NZ to bring ANGELA home again to Essex. We are getting married next year and we will never be lonely again ~ AMEN
We sit alone & try to Guess
How such an empty ROOM*s
So full of lonliness !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love in the SPIRIT A & B 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Nothing prepares you for the sound of an empty house.
I can 'feel' the loneliness in this.
Terrific in a very sad kind of way.. this is certainly a great write my friend....and bloomin true... Neville
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