I Love Solitude


I like Solitude …..

Together I was wondering how secured I am
Together I was wondering how safe I am
Together I was wondering how much blessed I am
Together I was wondering how much cared I am
Together I was wondering how much nurtured I am
Together Together Together I was wondering how nice I was in the womb of my divine Angel MOTHER

Togetherness matters I realised when I was shown the world that The Day
Togetherness matters I realised when I was shown independent sound, noise, air, water, light and darkness
Togetherness matters I realised when I was shown the coolness, chill, heat, hot and cold
Togetherness matters I realised when I was forced to CRY for feeding on hunger
Togetherness matters I realised when I was shown at times loneliness and NIL care

I like Solitude….

Oh my Divine Angel MOTHER
I LIKE Solitude inside you
I like Solitude within your zone
I like Solitude secluded safe place in there in YOU
I like Solitude in my own that world without any pollution
I like Solitude with NO noise, air or water pollution
I like Solitude the comfort zone inside my Angels place

I lust for that Solitude Oh my Divine Angel MOTHER
I lust for that Solitude of Togetherness
Oh Solitude take me
Oh Solitude take me to your journey of eternity

I like Solitude
I LOVE Solitude

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