solitude/ estranged from the world

Preferring to live estranged from the herd

Solitude and nature, hidden from view

The sound of silence a rapturous blessing

An ode to perfect peace

No television, no radio

Not even a telephone

Just a pile of old books

My own withdrawn existence

I refuse to be duped by the lies of the world

Shrouded from the madness

Instead, my existence is unpretentious

Without the fallacies of man

To poison my soul

I read contently

Wind howling

Log fire roaring

Shadows dancing

All is well

The simplicity of my life is my only dream




And I know ...

When the time comes

I'll die a happy old soul

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