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Ode to Solitude Wrapped in the purple cloak of darkness, she dances. Wisdom and peace are her audience The glittering crown of silence circles her flowing locks. Like a star she wheels- As invisibly visible as a black hole. Soft are her murmurs; barely heard are her rustles, Creation is witness to her half heard chuckles. Sweet solitude, Eternity’s beloved daughter! You who art the Goddess of Anonymity Hail to thee, O Elusive One! Both a radiant maiden, and a cold marble idol.
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