Into the arms of solitude,
Wrapped in her melancholic sigh,
Lost in her drooling pettiness,
I wait and watch time go by.
The evening breeze comes calling,
He had come to say goodbye,
We sat a little while talking,
He left when dawn drew nigh.
The cold was somewhat chilly,
Darkness had covered the sky,
But when the morning comes,
I’m filled with strength to fly.
Solitude has become my forte,
My buddy and trusted ally!
Excerpt from July 2017 Poetry Contest
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