Solitude sits by this street corner’s side,
Sipping on musing’s sweet serenade.
Silent and coy for the sake of the weak,
It sees what we hear, and says what we think.
Softly it composes its delicate sight,
Still but to breathe morning’s shared light.
Til then will the night shroud with star’s arms,
The world of wild and symphonic charms.
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