Ann Mary Thomas Poems

Alone in the shore of loneliness
I wait for too long
for a hand to grab me,
for a smile to welcome me,
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A single child i am,
in my lovely nest,
with my loving dad and mom.
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My grape yard is vast.
Vast like memories of man.

My grape vines are creepers.
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In the lonely streets of my village
I wandered and wandered
in search of the hidden treasure,
Peace.
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