Solivagant
In the fortitude of your heart and mind,
There are no closed doors...
Only your solemn soul waiting,
Waving from the moors —
When the clouds close in,
and angels clip their wings...
Our spirits break,
and our hearts cease to sing —
That's when you learn
That alone is a wonderful place to be...
Rather than be abused
or endure empty company.
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