Poet's Corner

SOLITUDE

Rowing the oars,

And Sailing on a boat,

To a land afar,

For solitude my heart cries.

In haze's cold embrace,

And ocean's warm comfort,

Rises the perfect solitude,

Thus, the deepest scars.

Concealing the broken parts,

And gazing the brightest stars,

Born was the soulful writer,

Winning a million heart.