Solitude at Ease

Can you be at ease

 

With the smell of withered grass

That spring to summer silently transforms;

 

With the untold heated rays,

That so luminous your fears and hopes do render;

 

With the oneness of existing merely as a one

That solitude upon your being forcefully affects?

 

 

 

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