Your strength was certain
Somewhere to turn
My refuge, my family, my friend
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Its nice to be alone...sometimes..all creative thoughts emerge only when we are undisturbed..enjoy that too...
This beautiful poem of yours has touched me. The note has helped me understand the poem better. Sometimes loneliness is a bliss, sometimes a curse. Your room was a silent witness to your tears, yet, a haven of hope, under whose care you grew up, without exchanging a word. A fantastic expression! I've rated this poem 10/10.