Solitude
Violin and cello, a harmonious spree..
birch drops weep again, a sorrowful sight
On the cape's nights, a blend of dark and light.
In memory's depth, do these echoes creep?
Maple leaf, my existence, a promise to keep
Flames, waves, and dunes, my steadfast stance..
Ravel, violin, and cello, a poetic Bolero dance.
A symphony unfolds in the night's embrace
Longing and solace, interwoven grace
God, erase the days of crying birch!
Let the river flow in my pilgrim’s search..
I am No one to remember, no name to claim
I am only soul, in the eternal flame.
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