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SAD NIGHT
by Phil WallingIn this sad night when all seems apart and somehow as one, I have a twinkle of you and think how different it must be to have lived your life instead of mine. But somehow, in that moment, I feel a universal kinship and realize that we may not seem that different after all, just different people and different lives.
Peace 08/22/2005
Author's Note: Prose poem
Posted on 08/22/2005
Copyright © 2025 Phil Walling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/05 at 02:39 PM On some nights, the connections shorten between us until there is no space between. And we see through the same eyes and realize that we are one. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/09/11 at 05:05 PM There are universals which make us the same! Philosophical and insightful. |
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