Solidarity

It was at a wine party…
I lay in a slumber, knowing it not,
The blown flowers fell and fill my lap.
When I arose still drunken,
The pigeons had all gone to their nests.
And there remained, but few of my friends
Where dancing, chatting and enjoying
I went alone the solitary nature, alone in the moonlight.

Tania Sultana

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