Nothing but Serenity
Alone on a hill,
Sat him watching the stars,
Waiting to see Mars,
He can't get up,
Wouldn't if he could,
He would regret,
If he stood
Nothing is real,
Nothing deserves to be,
But he could feel,
The quiet serenity.
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