I’m not alone

I was alone in this world.
I wished for someone to walk with me,
And listen to my pain with love,
And hold my hands with all its pangs.
But in a rushing world
I was alone…
Scenes of friendship wet my eyes,
And I yearned once more for them.
But now I’m not alone.
I have two friends,
My shadow and my pillow.
My shadow walks with me,
And my pillow wipes my tears.

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