Ethereal winds
A wind has blown,
Across my blighted life,
To carry once again,
My hopes of joy,
Into a small chamber.
Of a lonely time,
That which holds pensive,
My desire to Love,
And learn the wisdom,
Of my own follies.
Strange feelings leading to,
A desperate fear alone,
Unloved and betrayed still,
No loyal friend awaits.
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