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Alone Time
It's the fifth of April
And the sun is bright and warm
A perfect summer day to spend outdoor
Yet I'm holed up in my room
Soaking in the comfort of my bed
That lays empty for weeks in my absence
When I'm not in the city
I enjoy this alone time with myself
When I can just lie down in bed for hours
With nothing to disrupt the flow of thoughts
Spinning in my head
This solitudinous moment
Rewards my mind with clarity
As I commune with my soul
As I listen to the rhythmic beating of my heart
I become lost in waves of reverie
As my mind sail away
Into the isle of memory
And the sun is bright and warm
A perfect summer day to spend outdoor
Yet I'm holed up in my room
Soaking in the comfort of my bed
That lays empty for weeks in my absence
When I'm not in the city
I enjoy this alone time with myself
When I can just lie down in bed for hours
With nothing to disrupt the flow of thoughts
Spinning in my head
This solitudinous moment
Rewards my mind with clarity
As I commune with my soul
As I listen to the rhythmic beating of my heart
I become lost in waves of reverie
As my mind sail away
Into the isle of memory
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