Sunday, July 3, 2016

Solitude



Solitude

I want a place of solitude
No people around
No sounds of cars or trucks
No upsetting news of the world
Just the sounds of the breezes
Birds singing in the branches
Baby animals wanting their mothers
I want the scent of wildflowers
The smell of fresh air
The visions of clouds drifting above
I want a place to think
To come up with new ideas
Ones the universe had never dreamed
I want a bench surrounded by nature
A place man has not ruined
I want a place of solitude

A place where I am just me

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