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Poemata a mentis putrescentis
ISSUE #10
Author: Metulia Holló
Poemata a mentis putrescentis
Author: Metulia Holló
ISSUE #10
Solea—ea sola est
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Solea was a lonely girl 

She knew how to dance, 

She knew how to twirl 

She knew how to read, 

She knew how to write 

And even though she was happy, 

She was never alright 

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For she, you see, 

In books she read 

About love and hate 

And turning red 

But all day 

She would stay in bed 

Composing and writing 

In her head 

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Though at night 

She felt rather alright 

Especially when the nights were white 

From snow, of course, and not from the sun 

For the sun had caused her to feel glum 

She’d hum a little song sometimes 

Or speak in random made-up rhymes 

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And sometimes 

She’d even go outside 

To visit the forest

On the road’s other side 

And there she would feel most at peace 

And appreciate the trees 

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Though sometimes 

She would wish, just once, 

For someone to be here at once 

To walk with her through the cold ways 

And at this black-white image to gaze 

But she, you see, 

Is all alone 

And no one has her ever known 

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Solea cries in the forest, 

Quod ea sola est. 

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originally written on July XXVII mmxxiv

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Poemata a mentis putrescentis
Poetry
Last updated: Jun 20, 2025
Total word count: 2,341
Total reading time: 11 Minutes
Writer:
Metulia Holló
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