solitude

for me solitude differs from lonliness in as much as there seems to be a certain romance involved with solitude. i cant say how it differs in terms of its definition. havent even checked the dictionary to see their respective meanings. however how i percieve it is being summarised in the following attempt to where i see it exist.

it is in the fluttering of a flag
it is the sound of the wind in the sand
it is in the glory of a past success
it is an attempt to overcome a loss
it is a crucified GOD on the cross
it is in the crashing of a wave into the cliff
it is in the coldness of a lover's tiff
it is the depth of a still river
it is the lightning at night
it is in the sparlkle of the sun's bright
it is the vaccum of the sky
it is in the introspection of a hard try
it is colour of the fire
it is in the weight of desire
it is the courage of a widow
it is the butterfly in the meadow
it is the unpublished words of an author
it is the symphony of flowing water
it is in the dreams of a blind
it is in the stride of the kind
it is the anxiety of a lover
it is the cold man looking for cover
it is in the realisation of being weird
it is in the possibility of being self cheered
it is the uncertainty of a maiden
it is in the walk of an abandoned king
it is in the fall and the rise of a warrior
it is the antics of a sad clown
it is very very deep brown
it is the margins of a rainbow
it is the walk with the shadow
it is tear in the eye of a boy
it is his broken toy
it is the brightest star in the moonlight
it is in the sigh of a broken heart
it is the last thoughts of the dying
it is in the agony of lying
it is the unheard sound
it is the silence of the music in the background