It is lonely here.
There are no friends.
Family are like still waters in caves.
Lovers cannot bear the pain in their lover’s eyes and leave.
It is lonely here.
There is no soul to dance with.
There are no birds to hear sing.
This no rose to behold its beauty
It is lonely here.
This is the desert.
This is Jesus.
This is the 40 nights and 40 days He survived.
Indeed, it is lonely here.
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