SOLITUDE

By-Aima Juveria

As this solitude thunders, and flutters my heart.

Not seeking company, to sing, I start.

After walking miles, away from all.

I've forgotten how to wave at memories with the fall.

I continue picking notes pouring in, from the skies.

An illusion I seek, in the unnamed ties.

Diverging from the topic, I enter the Tropic,

Befriend those newly found stars, strangely, microscopic.

 

The winter shivers,

The snowed upon rivers,

The nestlings and birds,

Have frozen my words.

Confirming, as I reach home, I must restart.

As to how that solitude thundered, and fluttered my heart.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

 


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