《The Realm of Loneliness》
Loneliness is like a shadow, quietly following.
In the corner of time, be alone and quiet.
When the curtain of night falls, the stars are silent.
In the silence, the heart seeks peace.
Walking alone in the wilderness, the wind caresses the soul.
Thoughts are like silk, entwining ceaselessly.
Memory is the movement of loneliness,
Playing in the bottom of the heart, with ethereal echoes.
Loneliness is not loneliness. It is the pursuit of self.
Outside the hustle and bustle, feel life.
Guarding a world of one's own, having a dialogue with the soul.
The beauty of loneliness is like a poem and a painting, eternal.
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