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My Haven of Peace and Solitude
Project Type
Sonnet
Date
10/2024
Location
Idaho, USA
In the heart of a hidden valley, between lush green mountains that seem to embrace the horizon, lies the place of my dreams. A wooden cabin with a red roof that contrasts with the intense green of the surrounding trees is my sanctuary, where the simplicity of life meets the grandeur of nature.
Every morning, I am awakened by the gentle sound of the stream that winds in front of my cabin. Its crystal clear waters, reflecting the blue of the sky and the green of the leaves, bring me a peace that only this place can offer. Around the stream, my garden flourishes with vigor. I grow cabbages and other vegetables with care, feeling the fertile soil between my fingers, while the roosters and hens roam freely around the yard, completing the idyllic scene I always imagined.
Here, I find the serenity I have been searching for. I spend my days immersed in the simplicity of everyday tasks, watering the plants, harvesting the fruits of my labor, and in the afternoon, sitting on the porch, I lose myself in the pages of a good book, while the sun casts its golden glow over the valley.
But what I love most about this place is the night. When the sky is filled with stars, I feel connected to the universe in an indescribable way. Solitude, far from being a burden, is a blessing—an opportunity for introspection, for a deep understanding of myself and the world around me.
This is my refuge, where peace and solitude meet in perfect harmony. Here, each day is a celebration of life, lived in its purest and most authentic form. It is in this place that I find the balance, tranquility, and true happiness that I have always sought.
The Refuge of My Being
In the hidden valley between the green mountains,
I find the peace that I have sought so much,
Far from the world that I once left,
Here there are only strange memories.
The gentle river, the mornings so long,
In the cabin where I rested my life,
Among the garden that I planted with love,
Cabbages and arcane truths grow.
At night the stars tell stories,
Of solitude and deep calm,
While the wind blows the memories.
This is the place that embraces my soul,
Where peace and solitude are victories,
And the universe within me rests calmly.


