Where do you go,
When your role becomes so tiring?
What do you do
When the cacophony of life won't stop?
Who do you run to,
When the world around becomes an endless abyss?
Do you complain to the stars
Or do you talk to the leaves?
Do you take respite from this existence
Or do you wander away far into the seas?
Do you delve deep into your mind
Or do you listen to the sighs of the breeze?
Don't let
Whispers of the wind
Go unnoticed, pretty one.
A lot of magic
Still remains hidden
In that Solitude.
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