Here I lay alone, not a soul nearby;
All is peace, but not inside.
For if it is solitude I seek,
The mind is found hard to keep.
But if insanity is kept at bay;
And you manage, sane to stay
Then perhaps, you can find
That your soul will meet mine
Here I lay alone, not a soul nearby;
All is peace, but not inside.
For if it is solitude I seek,
The mind is found hard to keep.
But if insanity is kept at bay;
And you manage, sane to stay
Then perhaps, you can find
That your soul will meet mine
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What an enchanting love poem with a tender last line. Welcome to MPS and look forward to reading more of your work.
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