I Knew A Man…

I knew a man who didn’t care;
it seemed that his whole life was bare.
He walked his path not knowing bliss;
what you don’t know you still can miss.
There was a hole within his heart,
it grew and grew – ripped him apart.
He died one day not knowing love;
his heart was like a pure white dove.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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