Poet

He went lonely

To a monastery

Played music

In sad harmony

Wondered if his time

Had passed him by,

Who knows why

One wanders there

Pulling cobwebs

From their hair,

Those corridors

That squeeze and scare

Like pins and needles

In your eyes.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:11 PM March 27, 2013

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