walking towards the store in this lonely christmas eve pondering down this busy streets upon a women a elderly lady. not much older
on her forty one year.
she teared these songs of forbidden melodies.
crying in better introduction of sorrow.
i sat with her. we talk calmly.
she felt warmth. and with very kind smile.
she was lonely and i as walk.
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POST, Poetry by Jam Sørensen
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