Poetry

Strangers

Blundered by light, I walk alone in the dark

Smoothly in movement that no one can see

A beautiful place that with sun seems stark

With the moon I go, I go straight to the sea

The sea, a wonderland for all those with pain

A secret place with repetitive comfort and vibrant colour

Where strangers meet and are no longer plain

In their lives, just trying not to be duller

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