(Disenchantment)
There are men who'll never knowthe beauty of a song.
Striving for some lofty goal
they know not why they long
for that enchanted garden
they wistfully call youth.
They try to breach estrangement
through reason known as 'truth'.
An armor of cold reason
protects their longing hearts
but keeps them ever dreaming
of fey and wondrous arts.
Poetry by An-ders
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2024-09-10 at 22:02
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