There is color in the flowers.
And moisture in the rain.
The rocks are hard and heavy.
And the soil holds all pain.
I’ve been dancing in the meadows.
I don’t dare to stay too long.
And only under darkened skies.
Where the thunder plays my song.
No more confab with the foolish.
Or the prideful, boastful voice.
I take it to the world at large.
And pretend I have a choice.
Sometimes, I miss delusions.
In the busy city streets.
And the chaos and confusions.
But not the phones and texts and tweets.
Dennis Mantin 
Loneliness and escape beautifully versed👌
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Thank you, aastha!
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So brilliant, profound, and deeply moving that I can’t do it justice in a comment. God bless you.
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Wow! Thanks, I will take that!
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