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Solitude
Alone in the darkness, When snow covers the rocks And branches glisten in the faint light; I sometimes wonder and marvel At the perplexity of my peace. ªªªªª Where is the trauma Of a broken relationship, The ordeal of change, The pain of self-imposed exile? Where, indeed, is the specter of a too quiet solitude? ©©©©© Perhaps it is the distant music, Filling the space with heart resonating vibes, Or the lights by which I write, Soft, gentle, and caressing, Diffuse and comfortingly constant. ¨¨¨¨¨ For the sense of being utterly alone, Turns to utter joy upon realization Of boundless self-love within my being, Of beauty acknowledged permeating my essence, Of cold feet reminding me of mundane reality. §§§§§ I feel the soft murmurs of my heart, As a universe flows like warm honey, Down the gullet of my whole being, Reminding me of warm kisses and gentle hugs. Surely it is the music of the Goddess, The harmony of the spheres, That causes the laughter welling within To erupt in smiles, grins, and chuckles. fffff Being alive -- even with cold feet -- Does have its compensations. |
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