Solitude Solitude

She wandered slowly alone

With a blend of charming and tranquil moves

Gently poking her head out, Gazing and perceiving

Through the green grass and cracked pavements

With her beautiful, elegant shell weaved on her body.

Dwelling in her world of stillness in her shell

A realm of comfort and understanding

Where she knits her masterpieces of dreams alone

 In silence, inclining towards solitude

Crumpled and knocked upside-down

by everyone that passes by.

To hide from the wild sphere of uncertainty

Closing her eyes recedes to the shell

Where she thrived and mastered loneliness

Timid she names, misinterpreting silence And to be alone once again

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