LONELY MINDS 1

Farewell!

far, a solitary soul is at long

somewhere it graze's across the lands and seas

With all they serve above and on bottom

There is no happiness in it

What its spirit desire is in hope

That's been preserved for long

And long it seems for hope to be a fruit to eat

They say honey is after stungs of bees

Wonder! they had been there

However! when this desire is fully filled

A latest relief will plods.