Monday, 27 July 2015

Solitude.


Solitude.

Sometimes,
the hours take my hand,
lead me by the sweetest route
to where anguish vanishes,
shadows are soft, the moment sighs,
times quarters fuse to mist.
In this world where silence reigns
I find a safe retreat,
guard all portals against your intrusion; this is mine,
its tranquil air you cannot share,
enter,
and it's an illusion.

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