Beauty and Solitude
I will leave all the struggles and the trouble
of the world's conquest by every pleasure found,
And go to a place where the wind softly whistles
in the breeze with no tempest snares around.
To be alone with the heavenly sound of inner peace
that raises my soul to a higher spiritual plane,
Where anxiety's deadly attacks will slowly cease
And I am free from critical cliché of emotional pain.
Where The beauty of seclusion fuels my imagination
shaping future existence and reality within my mind,
and make the freedom of feeling a great liberation,
unrestricted by regulations and rules of every kind.
Daily, I seek the beauty of solitude by choice
And listen to the hush whispers of my inner voice.
