My Hermitage
This isolation
is not in vain.
By contemplation
I become sane.
My hermitage -
research and reflect;
Mirrors the image
of great architects.
From Plato to Poe,
From Tolstoy to Twain -
I'm beginning to grow,
My strength to regain.
And to rise from the flames-
shining again brilliant.
Calling stars by their names -
I'm free and resilient.
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