Loneliness is a child spinning a top on an abandoned sidewalk.
Loneliness is a rose petal that fell on a rock.
Loneliness is the sun... don't you think it's lonely?
Or the moon maybe? Don't you think it's lonely too?
But spare me the epitomes of loneliness, for if I were the sun or the child,the dog, or the rose petal Loneliness would be a top spinning by the hand, the sun shining for the world, the moon glowing for the night, and a rose petal falling for the ground...
Now, is this loneliness?
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