Away from here, In all seclusion
Is a world of beauty, a spring of joy.
I wish with all heart I could be there
Free from bonds that do tie me here.
But the recluse of the land denies me entry
For he seems to know, what is beauty
And what is seemingly joy today to me
Need not, days later the same seem,
When in nostalgia I stroll down time's dream.
I shall seek new lands then
As have I since who knows when.
Wander into wilderness, loose sight of shore -
Abandoning what I thought was joy
In search of what I think would be joy!
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