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Loneliness over sorrow

I’ll be happy alone, in a place to which I could say home,

where the trees know my name,

in the mud I could smell my essence.

The dream that I would build,

would have the colour pink in it,

every art would be exhibiting my element.

Music with lyrical meaning to it,

every plant would have pots painted red,

I’ll be happy alone, as I crave loneliness over sorrow.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

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