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Mutterings Of An Old Hermit

Peace follows solitude

What Then?

The muse sometimes vanishes
With its return indefinite.

Meditation on the purity
Of the blank page is not
Without its rewards.

Author wwachtPosted on January 31, 2017January 31, 2017

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