Lonely Flowers – 2

Most of day, he sits in shadow,
Most of night, he dwells on dreams;
Maybe there’s a somewhere meadow,
But that’s not his life it seems

No new thing, this isolation:
He knows what to be, and do —
When you live upon the mountain,
Loneliness comes with

The view

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