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It is my obsession with solitude.
I often imagine that solitude is like a serpent that is spun on my life and squeezes my heart

Submitted: October 18, 2009

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Submitted: October 18, 2009



Solitude’s like a python

That squeezes my heart

It‘s spun on my life

Like a morose cocoon

On a nasty dying pupa

Solitude often praised

By Shelly and Keats

But I feel it like a slithery

Serpent that creeps

Upon my wretched soul


Yet I love you, loneness

For thy grace, thy love

As none but  thee will

Will be there forever.

Winter had passed

Spring never bloomed

Never came the season

of rapturous romantic rain 

Came thou, thou alone 

Thou was there forever

Thou will be there forever 

Till this flower does wither

Else are illusory dreams

Frail and frenzied fantasy

Thou are my eternal truth

Thou are my doppleganger

Thou..O..lovely loneness 

I love you forever and ever

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