And continuing the subject of Silence, an essential part of my Solitude, I treasure the Stillness.
SOLITUDE
Oh dearest Solitude!
Your silence stills my heart,
Yet sets my Self on fire:
Though you haunt me
With your varied visions,
You have opened new dimensions
For me to tread.
Though at times I do suffer,
The pangs of agony.
From the loss of company,
I know I can only be
Happy and content,
In that total detachment,
Only you can give.
THE INHERITANCE OF SOLITUDE
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This is simply amazing and you speak my mind!
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