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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Yes One does Remember How it was Before going up To be alone Too much perhaps As it usually has a way Of making—that then Chosen solitude Preferred And yet still There are moments Especially When the wind Brings home In the pale blue air A fragrance of flowers Through years On the mountain The silent wisdoms Of a stolid man From this cold high place A little snow comes down To melt in your hand . |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh I just loved this. There is a certain softness that will melt even the hardest, and coldest. Well, that is how I took this, and I like my interpretation  A hermit can come in all forms and be in many places. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Through years On the mountain The silent wisdoms Of a stolid man........." Poetically Penned Huan Yi! ARCTIC WIND |
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