Staying Brave Alone
It is so hard to
breathe sometimes.
The loneliness
stick on my troat.
I feel the steps
of ants sometimes,
so hard to
spread abroad.
It is so
thoughtful in the light,
the solitude is
misery of heart.
It is like darkest
night,
so brave to live
and fight.
Solitude Of The Soul
She walks on
iron and needles.
She goes towards
the gaze of stars.
Life offers her
lonely minutes,
she looks
through the lonesome hearts.
So many people
surrounded her,
so many empty
moments of talks.
She opens her
mouth to smile,
but river of
people floats by.
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Being solitaire
is like a penalty,
the playing
cards are hurting.
All the lights
in the world
cannot transform
the solitude
into the joy.
But often music
can be
the perfect company.
Solitaire does
not mean unhappy!
DESSY TSVETKOVA
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