Solitude

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Photographs of solitude
An empty bench, a quiet place.
The corner in a busy park.
I see myself alone on the bench.

An empty bench on the sidewalk.
A cafe besides it filled with people.
I opt for the empty bench.
Munching my sandwich, no other sound.

An introvert seeking alone time.
Drawn to empty benches.
To sit alone with my thoughts.
The quiet soothing. Solitude.

By C.E. Pereira
(14-2-2017)

Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira View all posts by cepcarol

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