Alone and Loneliness
Standing in the field
Of fresh cut Alfalfa
bleeding blades
Of sweet and sour
Their dirge
A song of fragrance
I find myself
In this midst
Gazing at the horizons
Smiling at the joys
Of creation, White clouds sailing
Birds winging, bees buzzing
Grasses fallen at my feet
No fleeting moment
Nature's portrait
Hanging in my mind
Embracing and enduring
Serene and ensuring
Alas
Too often verwhelmed
By War despair and hunger
A loneliness creeps in
And I escape
To sublime memories
Far from the madding crowd
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