From early days, my path diverged alone,
Not as the others danced beneath the sun.
Their laughter echoed; mine a silent tone,
A melody of one, by none begun.
The brook’s soft murmur spoke in tongues to me,
While others heard but water’s gentle flow.
In rustling leaves, a cryptic symphony,
A world within, where only I could go.
The tempest’s roar, to...
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