Solitude
Once a whisper on a quiet night
all existence painted its shadow
Once captivating as beauty an light
the world's significance became shallow
People faded into nothing
and their smiles became a wisp of air
Like a once-flowing, but now drying stream
only filled by old despair
The lonely night turned dark and stormy
and within moments the twinkling ceased
The inviting solitude grazing all corners
and the mesmerizing greatness of it finally sinking in
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