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A Lonely Child
There is a silence
Gasping at the lonely streets,
Where my heart lays torn,
Between the sky and pebble stones.
I am a lonely child,
Who learnt the meaning of love,
In the arms of ancient trees,
From the beauty of a flower,
In the midst of spring.
My soul has witnessed
The art of life,
And the very essence
Of being alive.
I come from the story of the earth,
Through pain and sorrow,
I have learnt,
That loneliness is a state of mind,
Not of heart.
My tears have shed like rain drops
On fields of gold,
And at times,
I have danced with melancholy
For far too long.
As I grow old,
I want to feel the beauty of love,
In everything and everyone,
Through the magic of time,
I want to epress every thought,
Abandoning my fears.
I am a lonely child,
I must say,
And this has been my fate.
