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Life of a Loner.
Without words let out,
my silence transmogressed itself into a melliflous melody.
Without any waters to quench.
my thirst became a mirage,
in the skies,as a cloud never rained.
Without anyone to accompany.
my journeys augmented to voyages,unnoticed
of an unknown wanderlust.
Without flowers of friendship,
my garden have become barren woods,the niches only for a lone wolf.
my silence transmogressed itself into a melliflous melody.
Without any waters to quench.
my thirst became a mirage,
in the skies,as a cloud never rained.
Without anyone to accompany.
my journeys augmented to voyages,unnoticed
of an unknown wanderlust.
Without flowers of friendship,
my garden have become barren woods,the niches only for a lone wolf.
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