The winter night,
Cold and dark.
Less was the snow,
Miss Nox, very stark.

The rain kissed roof,
The moon kissed sky.
The world seemed to win,
And I seemed to sigh.

The secret lives, cozy,
Full of love and warmth.
Mine a bit bleary,
And it was a norm.

The sky had stars,
Weaving beautiful memoirs.
My life was dour,
After all, I was Alone.

P.S. A dark poem, after a long time.

Alone Alone Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Wednesday, January 20, 2016 Rating: 5

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