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Not Alone

I am not lonely, but alone. Around me here, today, tonight, no human figure, voice or ear and, should I speak, no one to hear.

Those whom I love are gone a while, so I've conversed with clouds. A mile, or several miles I've gone with them, listening to the wind's slow song.

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There was a horse that made a view in motion for me, running, rearing, and birds bound home to nests, declaring sunset plainly as sky reddening.

I've been alone, but captivated by so much, and reacquainted with beauty - wonders that continue, their reach increased, their worth restated.

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