Loneliness of Uniqueness
As of seeds we’ve sown,
we each walk alone,
feeling joy and pain,
both love and disdain.
Those who hold our hand
try to understand,
like mothers who care
but just cannot pair.
The words which we speak,
offer a sneak peek
but due to heart’s frost,
the meaning is lost.
Likewise, we too fail
to know why friends ail,
yet stand by their side
and our time thus bide.
Be that as it may,
love’s the only way,
so let’s play our role,
winsome, blissful, whole.
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