A Line From the Hermit
The hermit said; I will hide
Until calm caresses this tide.
This wine though flavored with gall,
I’ll drink till I reach my goal.
Knowing the aftermath is a delight,
Only makes the burden light.
I’ll refuse the peacock’s pride
Which it shows off like a new bride.
Her naivety they’ll soon unearth
And bring to bare all that’s beneath.
But again I’ll tow the hermit’s line
To keep alone till my time comes.
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