can I?

by walterdoege

I don’t know…perhaps you can…perhaps we can, but I can not…I can not alone…so lonely I keep on aboard…I keep on trying…daily trials…some effort I do…a hard work I do…literature is my cottage, little cottage where I feel some peace…this solitude is real…perhaps I write from my aloneness…and each lovely people that reads my writings I want to send my warm gratitude…friends are my companions…few friends…two, tree, six…perhaps…friendship is a rare one…like a beggar any word is a welcome alm…and I feel me happy cause you can…from any tears drops when I was writing…now remains reveries from any tear…there must exist some value in keep on living with hope