Solitude Blooms
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Oct 16
- 1 min read
By Aivery Schellenberg
What peace I feel alone,
Roaming between this blossoming grove.
What love I feel,
With sweet scents combing through the air,
Delighting the tip of one's tongue.
What satisfaction I feel
Curled to sleep on a bed of soft lush grass.
What I would give for this life of ease.
To stay and grow old among these trees,
To taste the winds filled with intoxicating smells,
To reach and feel the soft delicate skin of wild plums,
To have only the swaying leaves to hold me close.
What peace I would feel,
Alone in this forest of souls.
By Aivery Schellenberg

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