I was displaced
Expelled from the village and their world
Plush-lined row and
everything is closed
I knocked on the door and no one answered
I tried to get me and displaced by force
The village is a luxury but quiet
I run to the hills
the green weeds extend
Then find a shack, its nearly collapsed
I do not like it here
But the loneliness hit me
Here I was free
On top of this hill all the village that were seen only
Village in danger of landslides and will become extinct
In the shack so dark here when the night come
The village underneath only seen little lights
Who tried to beat the real shack light
This is the moon
I came to know that silence and solitude are very beautiful
Todays best new poem was written by Yearning Stanza.
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