Daydreamer's rattle
Isolation - a solution?
Or a trap that captures you?
People passing,
Laughing, fussing,
Ever strange and never new...
Cruel longing never learning
What it means not being free;
Chewing, grazing,
Ever gazing...
One or two, but seldom three...
I... so late... Er... Salute!
12 March,2001
poem by Larissa Izergina
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