No loneliness,
No witness,
Only murmuring
The air and
The fire.
Ugly eyes
Closed.
Yes, own ideas,
There, to go.
No work,
And nobody,
Unknown.
Learning is a process
At every moment.
In the same spirit.
With a creative pursuit
Everything for all, accept.
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