Solitude
I stand alone on a mountain hill,
Without no one by my side.
I feel empty and strange among so many out there.
It feels so quite inside,
It is indeed lonely out there.
Solitude is my friend and call for it all long.
I feel the strangeness of loneliness,
But here I stand, alone.
My hours go waste to think about,
The dullness of life.
The winds I hear, whisper me to be calm,
As there is hope to meet someone.
The dark clouds above me, remind me
Of a dull time.
The time which will not change,
And bring spring once again.
What should I do to polish my life?
Wait or find a way of my own.
I remember Robert Frost, who choose a road,
Less travelled and made his own path.
But sometimes I also think,
Is it funny and strange to be alone?
Or a moment of tranquillity.
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