exile... How love can sometimes become a profound loneliness
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In the lonely town,
Silence marches like a garrison.
A window square,
And imagines you will come.
In love with his grief?
Had you planned this misery, this pathos?
Together with his grief
Become in his soul
As a tear's circle found on a distant star?