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Alone I sit, pen in hand
Thoughts of loneliness in mind
The quiet night stirs within me
A longing for understanding
My words take flight upon the page
In search of a kindred soul
A kindred heart to soothe the ache
And make me feel whole
My poetry, my refuge, my muse
A place to express my soul
In the darkness I find solace
In the light of my own words
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Beautiful words.
I love especially the part: ''My poetry, my refuge, my muse
A place to express my soul''.
Many times we use poetry as a refuge..
Keep up the good work!
The poetry is the escape from a tedious and routine reality. Poetry is the magic that makes each verse contained in each stanza live intensely.
Beautiful lover, carrier of secrets and feelings between the lines.
a beautiful poem.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
Thank you for the kind words :)