A heart for solitude

Where can one’s heart find solitude?
Under what sun, can peace last forever?
Where does the troubled heart find calm?
Let the one whose night is filled with monsters,
lay his head on the bosom of love
Let such, give one’s heart to forgiveness
and let the pride that raises shoulders above mountains,
be laid at the foot of a rock
Then the slumber will feel like feather
and sleep like new birth.
Even the gyrating heart will find its waltz
and the cover of night will hold no demons

Where can one’s heart find solitude?
In the bosom of love
where the heart has lost its grip

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