The Lonely hour

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In that lonely hour,

When my soul becomes a wanderer.

Wandering over thoughts

Wandering over roads asking their stories,

Wandering through the memories which make me happy and sad,

My mind knows no bounds of understanding,

I have no inhibitions,

Just free conscience.


The darkness out somehow brings in the light,

The light of awareness,

The light of openness,

And the light of happy pasts

Which make me hope for happy futures.


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