Introversion – three


Find Solace, Find Solace, Find Solace
Be quiet noise!
Silence embrace
Wandering poise
Enamoured face
Vanish soul
White chase
Between skin and lace


The art is finding the pockets of solitude in midst of noise war.
The noise of your soul, mankind and worldly affairs. To slip into those pockets only to be found later by accident in the washing of sullies.

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