A recluse

Reclusive nature stuns all the pagan Gods,
what is the essence of love and living,
a pandemonium of thoughts and the will,
to achieve success in life that foretells,
There is God and keeping in mind the whole,
nature of truth is the silence of rocks,
I am grown to sadness and liking of her vain hand,
I am coming home at last to live life of a sojourn.

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