Like a single drop of water
going against the tide,
Like the very first leaf touching the ground
during an early autumn’s night,
I feel utterly alone and strange,
something I can no longer hide.
Visual Art by Lorenzo Lanfranconi
Poem: Going Against The Tide
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These raw emotions of her remind me of my own decade long lonely nights witnessing the first drop of a leaf during thpse autumn nights while enjoying my couple of minutes long visits to the same bench where I kissed someone first time.
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