In solitude I am heard.

In company I am shared.

Free as a bird,

but not freely bared.

Comfort, I can give,

Yet more often I take.

Inspire, provoke, instigate.

I exist in the mind.

A fleeting thing to find.

For anything to be,

you see,

you need me.



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