Loneliness sweeps through this crowded land
where hearts are buried in drifting sand.
Where teardrops fill oceans of pain
and life is lived with nought to gain
what can there be but pain and fear
the recipe for that single tear
that fills the world with nothing more
than one more locked and bolted door.
There is no answer till we see
there is no life lest we are free.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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