Not much tosay really I wrote the poem about a year ago and thought about weather solitude was good or bad and if it isbad we still have to put up with it enjoy.

Solice is a place entangled in a race
encouraged by forgiveness and lost within a space.

Budda found it under a tree Jesus in a childs plea Kahn amoung the fallen men and elves within a woodland glen

People have tried to escape but all in vain

Because solice lives in all of us and all of us hid the shame.