THE LONELY SOUL


A lonely soul;a figment of illusion

A never ending tale of internal flame

A cradle cuddled onto the heart

A cynosure unbending

What is in the thought that needs salvation?

There is a starlight, far beyond

In the darks of the above

A hand unreachable to it

But the heart an immeasurable plea to it's flair

A look can be unconvincing

But a resilience is it's heart warm

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