Solitude's Embrace
In solitude, I find my space,
A day alone, a sweet embrace.
No bustling crowds, no rush to chase,
Just moments serene, at my own pace.
I delve into thoughts, deep and wise,
Under the canvas of clear blue skies.
With pen in hand, my heart complies,
To ink the dreams my soul implies.
In this tranquil sphere, I'm free to roam,
Lost in reverie, I feel at home.
A cherished day, mine to own,
In solitude, my heart has grown.
About the Creator
Joy Lakra
Free verse poet inspired by reading, exploring love, life, nature, and travel. I creatively express emotions and complex feelings, sharing a unique perspective and inviting readers to connect with the beauty of seeing the world differently.
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePacea day ago in Fiction
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