the velvet skies my road,
as painted moonbeam sighs,
accosts the miles I trod.
On paths where promise holds,
and timid hearts unfurl,
for eyes dance twinkle glow,
and lips blush candy smiles.
A journey into the mind of a hermit. The cradle of his thoughts opinions and memory. Decorated with wit, character and poetry.
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