
My solitude talk to me
Talk for me
But I never listen
May be afraid to listen to the truth
About the consequences
About the continuations
My solitude argue with me
Argue for me
But I never heed
May be afraid to heed the transition
About the nightmares
About the choices
My solitude complain to me
Complain about me
But I never acknowledge
May be afraid to acknowledge the reality
About the people who left
About the people who stay
My solitude always spoke with me
Spoke for me
Always holding the hand
Of my introvert self
Hidden behind the glee.
©Era Singh
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Wow Era! This is so spectacular!❤
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Thank you so much 💛
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Heyy, it’s been amazing interacting with your posts and I love the details in your works. I’d love you to also check up my write ups. Thanks 💖✨
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Wow such a beautiful poem! I really loved it 😍 ❤️ I’m in love with my solitude!
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Lovely.
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Thank you so much 😊😊
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In this world filled with noise, solitude is like an oasis- rare, but all the more precious for it.
Wonderfully crafted! ❤️
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Indeed, so true!
Thank you so much 💙
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Thank you so much, Sir 😀
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U.R. WELCOME!
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Loved your contemplations of solitude !!
It speaks volumes 🙂
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Glad to hear this 😊😊
Thanks a lot 💙
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You are welcome 😄
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Your amazing 🤩!!!! Beautiful yet again
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Thank you so much 😀😀
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