Solitude Poem by Andrej Grampovcan

Solitude maybe is only necessary fire,
that you final catch sight of your soul within true mirror,
that corner becomes stair,
that you show their youthful face on her,
their limitless freedom,
that you divide the same thoughts in her.
And as her all rampant,
your spirit grows
and he flirts with art.
And you know alone well,
that it is door of all of those houses,
where didn't invite forward closed,
solitude is waiting for you always,
as a faithful friend,
that you like, that you whisper her something beautifulwhen your thoughts stir up and they impregnate your words.
And why would solitude have to be dark prison,
which are you imprisoned to, as a judge, as a hangman?
Solitude isn't isolated,
if you aren't running away from yourself alone
and you know age, when you speak from a heartthat women can be your trusts,
respects of a worth lover
and if they walk with you during your time,
there are bridesmaids and on old years of a caregiver.