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Longing for life, solitude, Fed up with sadness; happiness eludes. Same old routine, same old dramas, Coming daily from treacherous traumas. Hoping for a place with a small cabin, Living in peace, a gentle haven. Watching morning mist lifted by the warm sun, Where life’s hustle and bustle are undone. Enjoying the night full of stars and moon with heavenly glow, Watching from bed where tranquillity flows. Standing in the concrete jungle, I can feel the solitude tingle. Wish I would own, The blessings I’ve known.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
Whispers of a Quiet Life
Longing for life, solitude, Fed up with sadness; happiness eludes. Same old routine, same old dramas, Coming daily from treacherous traumas. Hoping for a place with a small cabin, Living in peace, a gentle haven. Watching morning mist lifted by the warm sun, Where life’s hustle and bustle are undone. Enjoying the night full of stars and moon with heavenly glow, Watching from bed where tranquillity flows. Standing in the concrete jungle, I can feel the solitude tingle. Wish I would own, The blessings I’ve known.
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M/India
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
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