I have never felt so outgoing,
But when I was in solitude,
Solitude,
Is emptiness and alone,
But with a magnitude,
Free and solace,
When am in solitude,
I hear voices,
Pin drop silence,
I hear water drops,
And oooh!
Ants also whisper?
I knew that in solitude.
Solitude made me build castles,
Not really,
But castles on the air,
In solitude,
I cry out, all of my sad moments,
And dress up, all of my open wounds,
This solitude is magic,
It does heal them.
But sometimes,
In solitude,
I hear creepy sounds,
Then it becomes uncanny,
But best is that,
In solitude,
I do things I wouldn't have done before a magnitude.
By; Kenneth Sikuku
1 comment:
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