In solitude's embrace, I find my peace,
Amidst the stillness, all worries cease.
The world around me fades away,
As I lose myself in this peaceful bay.
The silence speaks in its own way,
A symphony of thoughts, it does convey.
The rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds,
The melody of nature, beyond words.
The quiet whispers of the gentle breeze,
The soothing hum of the rustling trees.
The distant hum of the busy town,
Is but a mere whisper, a gentle sound.
In solitude, I find my inner voice,
As my thoughts soar and my mind rejoices.
I bask in the warmth of my solitude,
In the embrace of this peaceful mood.
For in this moment, I am free,
And all the troubles simply flee.
This symphony of solitude, I'll cherish forever,
And in its embrace, I'll be lost, forever and ever.
About the Creator
Tea set by a suffragette
Pankhurst is a name well known to the history of women’s suffrage. Who hasn't heard the name Emmaline Pankhurst, founder of the Women's Social and Political Union (WSPU), an all-women organisation campaigning for the right to vote? The group that helped to achieve the right to vote for women in Great Britain and Ireland in 1918. Some know of her daughter Christabel, both being honoured by the Pankhurst memorial in Victoria Palace Gardens, London, right next to the UK Parliament buildings. Sylvia Pankhurst is notably not included in the monument. Why? Because she split with the WSPU to campaign against Britain's entry into First World War.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Art
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