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Oh Solitude,
Wrap your golden arms around my shoulders,
Hold me in your silence.
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Replace roarkus voices
With the hurly-burly of the brook,
Babbling by.
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Change the traffic
Into birdsong, let the nightingale
Sing me her grateful melody.
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Let me escape the busy-ness,
Give me exquisite delight, in
Sounds of nature, green and gold.
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About the Creator
Ruth Stewart
Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK
"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack
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