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She was acquainted with the loneliness of time
And though she did not speak of it, nor
Dare to sing its saddest songs
She knew it all along
And on the seashore, at the pier
She can hear the seagulls veer
Through a sky that’s wracked with misery and delight
In separation she dwelled perhaps content but still she knew
Beyond herself lay others somewhere
She could not touch, and out of view
And this much is true she’d whisper at the seashore
As she wept
All the promises she’s broken and the secrets that she kept
Will never be a comfort in the wretched lonely night
It’s something perfect, something savage
Something ruthless but sublime
To be on a seashore at such twilight well acquainted
With the loneliness of time
© Helen Valentina 2019
helenvalentina 
Happy New Year Helen.
Happy New Year to you too Philippa! 🙂
beautiful, helen
Thank you! 🙂
Thoughtful… thanks,
Len Freeman -poemsperday.com
Thanks Len! 😃😃
Wow! I like it very much. Well done.
Thanks John..I’m happier with this one more than many I have written… 😃😃
It showed.