Solitude

Solitude clarifies
Under the moon
Here emerges what I am
So many things I had forgotten
Return with stranger pain
Again, here I stand

In the palm of the night
Slowly unfolds, like a plant
What I am, under the moon

Walking through the center
Of a soundless field
Raising my glass to the moon
Exhaling the void that lies
Behind the things we do

In the palm of the night
Slowly unfolds, like a plant
What I am, under the moon



Credits
Writer(s): Maral Salmassi
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