Solitude
I Wonder as I Wander
“You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi, The Essential Rumi
2020
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the darkest of light does dance with the wind
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies... ALFRED TENNYSON, LORD TENNYSON
2017
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Solitude
solitude is a river of flowers. wet inside me. the dewdrops play songs on them, each morning while I dress. their petals rub against each other sideways. the music of solitude surrounds me. I am always thirsty for more. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights Reserved
2019
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