At times, we feel alienated, lonely and left out...We feel that even the elements are against our very being, leave alone those whom we hold dear...
We feel strange, yet not strange enough to be straight-jacketed :)
And the mind sings this tune...
What be breeze, were it not to gently blow away our troubles
What be fire, were it not to spread its warmth to a cold and
frozen mind
What be rain, were it not to drench our soul and sooth our
parched life
What be love, if not to hold on to, this life and for ever
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