But never oppressed by solitude.
Silence whispers such marvelous poem,
While my soul stands completely nude.
At nigh the soul walks through the forest,
Reciting the beautiful poem created in the heart of silence.
In the darkness of the night, even the trees are modest,
Such elegance that can be cut with a diamond.
From smiles to tears,
From laughter to screams,
Solitude is the only witness in the change of the gears,
Creator of unseen streams.
Creation of a phenomenal poem?
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