Alone in a room,
expecting something to happen me
Then came an unknown,
puting in my face a lot of books
to find until morning
the heart of truth,
from each of them
(translated from romanian)
Loneliness itself is a great source of knowledge. The unknown was in fact your inner self that filled knowledge all around in your room. Wonderful illusion, Ion Regards Naseer
with the right shelf of book, you are not alone. you have many with you.
Alone and then you discovered books all of a sudden, and they kept company with you, helping with useful knowledge.
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yet alienation bespeckles to erudition as one flows and dive deep deep in crowds of knowledge, wonderful write yet with imagery