Friends with friends
They chatter on
While a lonely traveller
In a crowd she waits
Her words die
As soon as they are born
Being lonely stranger
In a crowd she waits
Cheerful greetings
Constructive ideas
Friends with friends
They sing along.
Her thoughts remained
As raw as curse
While those with friends
Have brighter verse
Hundred turns
in lonely valleys
That’s for a stranger
for a friend who awaits.
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