Solitude

(I wish I could say I took this picture, but I didnt.. I found it on
the internet )
And she sits in solitude, every fibre of her body feeling the grains of sand clinging to her,
She listened to the sea-gulls swooping around in the sky,
And the waves that lashed against the rocks,
There were not many days like this,
Life is always such a constant battle.

Question marks wherever we tread,
Are there really any answers?



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