Poetry

Being alone

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As I read in the dark with little light a night of studying at the library and for a moment I was alone.

Until you came along snapping pictures as if I was committing a crime.

With one look you got the hint so off you went letting me get back to a story more interesting than mine.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

3 thoughts on “Being alone”

    1. Thanks, I’m glad you liked this piece and stopping by on commenting my friend. I do see where a women reading a book can be tempting and beautiful. But I think sometimes we just want to read and not be distributed especially when it’s a really good book.

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