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Embrace of Solitude
In the heart of winter's chill,
Where the nights grow long and still,
The cold seeps through the silent throng,
A single soul, where does it belong?
The hearth is warm, the flames dance high,
Yet no echo to the solitary sigh.
Couples entwined, in warmth they huddle,
But for one, it's a lone puzzle.
The frost paints windows with icy art,
As the cold season takes its part.
A single heart dreams of a tender touch,
In this cuddling weather, it yearns much.
But solace found in the quiet space,
A moment's peace in the wintry grace.
For though the cold may seem unkind,
Within oneself, warmth one can find.
© Mwanjila Alex
Where the nights grow long and still,
The cold seeps through the silent throng,
A single soul, where does it belong?
The hearth is warm, the flames dance high,
Yet no echo to the solitary sigh.
Couples entwined, in warmth they huddle,
But for one, it's a lone puzzle.
The frost paints windows with icy art,
As the cold season takes its part.
A single heart dreams of a tender touch,
In this cuddling weather, it yearns much.
But solace found in the quiet space,
A moment's peace in the wintry grace.
For though the cold may seem unkind,
Within oneself, warmth one can find.
© Mwanjila Alex
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