Posted by Elvis Iyorngurum on
I treasure the language of solitude
It echoes the whispers of my spirit
As is communes in thunderous quiet
Voicing in speechless words to my heart
Singing the tunes of my heart
When it is burdened with grief
Silence, one blessed moment
O' that I may be lonely
Far at the end of distance
Where the skies are blue
Where the stream strolls
As the hills by the side roll
And the fields greens in beauty
O' glory to nature
O' salvage to my depressed mind
silence, blessed solitude.