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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