Solitude
“Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece.” – R.W. Emerson
The barren soul of one who hurts
Screaming, screaming, screaming – nature’s lonely etude
Dying souls make not a sound
The somber silence of solitude
The aching heart of troubled pasts
Pounding, pounding, pounding – nature’s lonely etude
Breaking hearts make not a sound
The somber silence of solitude
The stale, dry wind of solemn spirits
Whispering, whispering, whispering – nature’s lonely etude
Falling spirits make not a sound
The somber silence of solitude
The somber silence of solitude












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Children of the Revolution.
~Freddy99 ~ Detentionee
Freddy.
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At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato.
I don't even know how to describe what I like about it except that I think it's awesome. I love how you described each 'silent' thing (ie. the souls etc.)
I dunno. Like I said. I don't know how to tell you how cool I think this poem is. I hope you got an A++++++++++ on it!
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Blogspot * Wifey
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~Anna~
"It should be about necessity, not accessory." ~Jake
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~Anna~
"It should be about necessity, not accessory." ~Jake
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~Anna~
"It should be about necessity, not accessory." ~Jake
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