Why cloister yourself from the world?
Seclusion isn't an answer
Mere outcries aren't readily heard
Bright future is all that matters
Don't ignore opportunity
Invite knocking on shut doors
Of welcoming communities
Certain ambiguity ignored
No one's keeping realistic score
Unfulfilled desires obsess
Time to bring the anchor ashore
Smooth sailing, undaunted confess
This neck of the woods should be shared
Leave behind your inner cloister
Wildflowers will bloom, be prepared
Genuine love will then be stirred
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