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[rehellek_annej]

Whither to wind
in this cold desolation,
an absence of thought
near enough to be worldly
were it not meant for more.
To aspire to high things
and sleep so solitarily among stars...

Oh, but if the way of things
were simple as this wish!
Contradictory thoughts might serve
in calming a poor and tearless soul.
But naught may serve to soothe
and it must wait,
restless as the flying flock
yearning for grandeur beyond the sun.