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the day when solitude became my home
the mountains were the chasm
and I, was nothing but the echo
dearth and death
were soothing me in turns
a motherly sympathy
the day when solitude bacame my home
darkness was burning my eyes
the night had dreams no more
and loneliness was my bride
the most faithful soulmate
every night she came to me
saying tommorrow she'll shine with sun
with me...
the day when solitude bacame my home
I painted a calender on the wall
then days would be in me
clocks would tick in my heart
I am a thorn within
and its I ,who tears me
and its I ,who has me bleed
I sat on a chair in the porch
watching the sunset
and the pain itself
caressed my wounds
a motherly sympathy
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