For Neither Love Nor Joy

The soul cracks in loneliness,
but in love, bursts with tears and long-remembered pain.
But joy…
…joy is reserved for bright fowl
on a silvery lake
floating on cold bliss
its feet dangling in the unknown
its tiny heart beating water-song
into the hearts of slimy creatures below
who hold hope
for neither love
nor joy

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