Peopleless Solitude
All alone, without woes, worry, or care,
my mind mostly meanders, free from fear.
Silence speaks so softly, stymied to share
secrets; Solitude trusted to her care.
Happiness hides in the thick of nowhere,
amongst antelopes, beavers, bears, and deer;
a peopleless place, but beyond compare.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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