TO THE LONELY
She encircled me within her armsAnd on mine her lips she pressed
But never did I know her heart
And silently I wept
Then one dawn I met someone
Who loved me to loves depth
But never did I know her lips
And silenly I wept
TO THE LONELY
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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