The Beauty of Solitude
Solitude appeared to me as the only fit state of man
In the silence of solitude,
I find a world of peace and wonder.
Away from the chaos and noise,
My soul can breathe and ponder.
The beauty of solitude is in the quietness,
The moments of reflection and introspection.
With no distractions or interruptions,
I can feel my heart's true direction.
In this space of serenity,
I find my mind can truly soar.
I'm free to dream and imagine,
To seek out what I'm longing for.
The beauty of solitude is in the stillness,
The calmness that surrounds me.
It's in the moments of clarity,
When I can truly be.
For in this world of constant motion,
Where busyness is the norm,
I cherish the beauty of solitude,
For it is here that I am reborn.
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