ILLUMINATION
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ILLUMINATION

Solitude

A poem

The hands of solitude console me,
They tell me, warmly, to set free
The feelings of hate, throw ’em into the sea.

But I detest. “O’ dear friend,” I say,
“Is it bad if I feel? Why keep things at bay,
When you can mourn for yourself every day?”

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Tarek Gara

Writing about society and other things. Poetry and fiction author. Editor. UX/UI Designer. Connect with me: linktr.ee/tarekgara