The sun has risen purple;
The clouds are shining pink;
And yet my eyes can't see but grey.
I am lost. I am lost.
Everybody's smiling;
All the hearts are light;
But mine is cold as stone.
I am lost. I am lost.
Flowers sit on every stool;
Fragrancing the air;
Each bloom is smelt by all but me.
I am lost. I am lost.
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Author:
MinaH (
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- Comment from author about the poem: During the Easter Season, everyone seems so happy and sometimes you get an early holiday burnout. There's always so much socializing for me that I always get exhausted before the holiday even occurs. This is the feeling I often get in church on Easter Sunday.
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Comments1
Sad loneliness fills this poem of not knowing where one is. Very nicely done
Thank you(:
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