Never does one find, the world sought after. The earth is missing at times, and at times the sky. In their own world, are engrossed all. We have the words but, no one to share them with. Who has ever doused the embers of time? This is the fire in which, we don't find smoke. It's not that there is no love in the world Only we don't find it where we expect it.
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