Lonely
I heave a sigh as the leaves fly by
Fluttering, floating, flurrying into the night.
The wind whispers words into my ears,
Speaking of the sorrow that surrounds my soul.
My footsteps sound like a shotgun in the stillness,
Clopping and thunking on the hard concrete ground.
No birds chatter; they are silent for my pain
As I silently stroll in the park, alone.
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