There’s an ache inside
Which we try to hide.
A great abyss
which can go amiss.
An empty hole
Inside your soul,
Where something cries
“Do not deny!”.
Where children’s eyes
Are full of wonder.
Where dreams and schemes
Are torn asunder.
In which we know
There’s something more.
A cavern, cave
In which we rave.
And if you want
That hole to fill
You must bow down,
You must be still.
clarakatalin 
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