Serene Solitude
I stepped onto the trail, one gray laden morning,
The clouds hung low and I could feel the invisible raindrops against my cool skin,
The river flowed gently, gray-green under her thinning canopy,
The rustling of fallen leaves, birdsong and chirp of crickets filled the morning air,
And there for a brief moment, I met with myself,
In serene solitude
-shubha
I stepped onto the trail, one gray laden morning,
The clouds hung low and I could feel the invisible raindrops against my cool skin,
The river flowed gently, gray-green under her thinning canopy,
The rustling of fallen leaves, birdsong and chirp of crickets filled the morning air,
And there for a brief moment, I met with myself,
In serene solitude
-shubha
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