I was the lonely one.
Sleeping through echoes, the endless lark,
the moldy solitude, lonely sine qua non,
unlit candles, and shriven heart,
the long silence, and requiem's dark.
I woke to sunlight, the warmth of morn,
technicolor tales, of futures borne,
to taste, to crave, to live, to want,
to chase, to give, to feel, to find.
I am the lucky one.
*Dedicated to all my family and friends who have made my life all the more fun
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