A Solace to my weary heart
When thoughts overwhelmed with melancholy
Cloud the transparency of ideality with darkest shadows
But the only to eavesdrop to
The remedy to lighten the weight of this soul
though In solitude, find rest
And all the worries and helplessness
detest
for the sincere music is always my guardian
and to the fools,I wish I professed .
©thebard
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