Read Poem: SONNET, by Monica Ravalico

(Absent-minded)

I follow my life
going ahead
as a distant
visitor.

My self is
a long way
of sadness
awkward.

I feel absent-minded
I feel absent-minded

I walk along
my same doubts
having hope
to anyone.

I don’t know
which future
will happen
tomorrow.

I feel absent-minded
I feel absent-minded

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