Long, long hours to
Be left alone.
Time, but sacred to which peace
Subdues divine.
Whose excuse thus
Needless asked for.
'Soul, inspired. A life fulfilled'.
A door's, gate's sign.
With nib, with hoe
Whom as one bides
Thought's, seed's outcome. The works of
Beauty entwine.
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