• Martin Wardley

Stolen, misinterpreted loneliness

There is a peace in solitude

A calm which seeps

Through this secluded interlude

A serenity which creeps

There is an energy in isolation

A mood that lifts

An antidote to the clatter and confrontation

A welcome precious gift

The accepted view, misconstrued and erroneous

For this stolen, misinterpreted loneliness

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