Alone - Camilla Basham

To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.”
~ Suzanne Gordon ~

The lark sang a song bright and free
Fluttered wings with so much glee
There rose a breeze through every tree

It traveled over every hill
And banged upon her window sill
Whispered soft and sweet: Camille

And even though the breeze had blown
It landed at her feet like stone
Reminding her she was alone.