Seclusion
Transfusions of tenderness
gently fading images
gathered solemnly together
a lonely line of pines
winding slowly somewhere
a meandering detour
sentiments of sad abandon.
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POETRY
Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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