In loneliness,
Solitude imagined
a tale woven;
a fable of
faithful nights,
virtuous thoughts.
In reality,
love unrequited;
friendship scorned.
Interesting. As a solitary person, I will have to think about this one more. Thanks, Alokendra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem.. In nine lines you have captured a great deal of things here.. And I agree with Kelly before me... Sometimes we need to think about ourselves in solitude... Thank you...