Inside there lives a hermit,
A gatherer, not a giver.
By taking from the outer realm,
He survived a week.
Alone inside the hermit,
A love pulse did beat.
When the hermit felt the love pulse beat,
He no longer needed to eat.
He would take from his hermit cave and place in outer world.
It turns out the shinies look better going out then going in.
Hermit man, with beating heart. Look in upon your time, and find the kind of flavor that lives in inner mind.
November 20, 2020 at 2:15 am