He had learned to be lonely; he´d never had
a choice,
He learned language of silence; no one heard
his voice,
He caressed only the beasts, the birds &
the very meek,
He learned to be lonely; no one had ever kissed
his cheek.
He had learned to be lonely; he conversed with
the breeze,
He had learned to laugh with mirth, at the tickling
of trees,
He smiled at the flowers, who had taught him
true of love,
He flew away in loneliness, with the eagle,
way up & above.
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