The Lamp
A simmering fire burns our heart away;
We sink and my heart in death of agony lies;
As with dawn the taper of the lamp
Laps up the last drop of oil and dies.
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About Me
- The Wandering Hermit
- I'm the precipitate of Complex Desires & bloody Genetic Spirals Fueled by a rash curiosity and a thinking mind that dwells in thoughts out of time & reason.. Bitten by Wanderlust I roam around, usually I'm A Drifter.. and part time writer of my travelogues and experiences. Aspiring Author meantime I scribble as I dribble.
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I have grown old today15 years ago
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Wander Inn
Sigh. Very nice.
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