A Morsel of SolitudeA Poem by Alfred Kukitzit just got by meA Morsel of Solitude The day met itself with the sunrise I reached for its silence but missed my mark Without panic I settled into the noise that was my mind. The light passed by magically as my awareness stood alone with itself Night came, sifting into my soul's horizon calmly giving me a morsel of its own solitude. © 2016 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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