My Love,
You have never been alone,
Sitting in an empty house
watching the rain shouldn’t make
you lonely, It should make you complete.
I remember the painter
who waited all evening
for people to visit his gallery.
No one did.
He closed the lights and shutter
himself.
He was truly alone.
I remember the singer
who played this afternoon in the
bar I was drinking.
No Damned Soul was listening to him
still, he played his best.
He was truly alone.
I remember the gentle foreigner
who drank beer at the table next to me.
At the very end, out of blur
he gave up and sought a corner
to call someone. He might have talked
for half an hour.
He was truly alone.
While I read the book,
sipped beer and wrote this poem.
yes, I was truly alone.
Writings to Heaven 
This touched my heart!
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I am obliged 🙂 🙂
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😘😘❤❤
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Loved this a lot!
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Thanks Vidya 🙂
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So ur point is that lonliness is strength? Or its just a feeling u impose on yourself? Just want u to shed some more light on it
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It is a state of mind. It depends on us as to how to address it. We can make it as a strength.. or it can be a weakness.
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Yes exactly thts how i read it.and i agree u can sit alone and indulge in self pity or u can held ur head high and be proudly go ahead taking strength frim ur solitude
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