May 1, 2013

In solitude…

As the sun disappear beyond the horizon,
The surrounding hills look sorrowful,
Illustrating my very mood,
Of loneliness and forlornness 

Despite my solitude I see;
 The sun rising every morning,
The birds chirping nearby,
 And the flowers blooming in the meadow,
An assurance that this phase will pass by,
And I would be where I want to be…

But there are still many more sunsets to see,
Many additional lonesome months to pass,
Before I can be who I really am
And where I want to be….
Aush!…thus count the sunsets and sunrise;
Listening to the chirping of birds;
Rustling of leaves;
Observing the seasons change and wait… 

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