The Room of Solitude



The locked room is not locked
Hopes of life left there
The room of the house, hid apartment.
A soul that gradually dwindled.

A room with the beauty of life
Not even spared
A singer philosopher, artist
What the world looked

A room hides the soul in search of something
Tired of the cruelty of life
The loneliness of people near and far also
An emptiness of applause, and onstage moments.

A room neat or messy
Who cares if
There is more to life just sad
The sadness of someone

A fourth corner
Moments only moments
Of joys or sorrows of loneliness
A fourth who knows someone dying

The room of solitude who knows
No buildings and homes
And yes in the structure of life
Marked by losses and frustrations

The room of solitude
All will
Whether rich and poor
For the soul is also a
Vacuum in Volcano
In the room of solitude


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