Why mumble and fret
your loneliness, here
by the pulse of your weaker heart
gnawing days and night
afflicting you with scars
and multiple woes
Expand the reach
out of your thoughtful thought
plunging deeper than the deep,
Where the splashing
Wear a sound of silence
Liberating your senses of its will
Rustle your freedom
Unshackling your self, unblemished
from the trees of vice and ignorance
Where no season can hiss you now
by its fangs of reason and debt
Stay, where the height grips you there
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