In My Solitude

Lone Bird


Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

(Solitude – Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

There’s where I am today, in my solitude. Alone, but not lonely.


5 thoughts on “In My Solitude

  1. Solitude is beautiful, alone with ourselves we can dream.

  2. Yes! I really like this blog 🙂

  3. Totally agreed. Alone and lonely are not the same thing. Thanks for posting this.

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