He finds serenity in solitude
In it he found solace and peace
Like a child who saw a home
In a world full of chaos and noise
Alone he store energy and strength
In crowded places he'll be exhausted
He found comfort in isolation
When around people he raise his walls
Often he is misunderstood
Maybe its through the vibe he gives off
But be careful and know him first
He might be a treasure precious than gold.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
PoetryA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
