I see much beauty in a sunset
And enjoy laughing in the rain
I am moved by a babies chuckle
Or the hiss from an old steam train.
Or a sunrise in the morning
And a high tide at noon
Curlews plaintive crying on marshes
Before the rising moon.
I am a sucker for nostalgia
True pathos brings a tear
I like to be alone but
I need somebody near.
I have deep hidden feelings
Which yearn to be set free
But I can't tell those looking in
About the softer side of me.
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Phillip W Walter (
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A lovely write that speaks to the soul and needs of the common man. Well written in rhyme it is a fave
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