The awakening of solitude brings forth silence
Man’s encounter with fate is not devoid of pestilence
Our torpid heart is the fortune
We swore to protect with all manner of tricks
Including the tact that defies the hearts’ tune
Alas! We linger on, that we may harvest feelings
Desired to last a lifetime, yet you contribute nothing but a dime of silence
The need for solitude I appreciate
In the moment of weakness forget not
Solitude = Shield
I wonder what doth silence deliver?
It gives nothing and it shall pilfer
The subtle amongst your tricks
Your kind say silence is golden!
In the depth of your soul, it has given you a heart of stone
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)