in utter silence:
how lonely! —but free again
to meet with myself.
Time for introspection away from the vagaries of life. Loved it.
Mind is such that in silence it meets itself, wonderfully crafted in brief. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. A poetic truth. Sometimes solitary is not silence, And clamour is not noise.