Wastelands
What good comes there from love at all
if no one feels the flame
If no one knows that there abides
such joy inside a heart
What music sings in someone’s ear
if no one knows to listen
If no one finds the how or where
such serenade resides
And what if no one sees the sun
for fear of recognition
should talents of our unique world
be cloistered by the night
What good can come from anything
if not shared with mankind
existence without knowledge
is a wasteland shamed to tread
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