Solitude

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An evening walk in fading light,

a weary traveler pulls aside

a drained and thirsty lake.

 

Miles from home, she’s lost

now on this winding road to

nowhere, looks like beauty

to her, but she cannot stay.

 

I find myself

helpless

to allay her loneliness

though I sit and listen

I do not know the way

for I have come myself

for bearing and understanding.

 

When all is said, we are alone,

the road long into night,

I trod more slowly than before.

In darkness, windows beckon

their tranquil lamplight soothes

as I recall the way to turn

inside

for solace in the angst

we find our way to peace.

 

 

 

 

 

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