Gaia’s Call

Within the heart of freedom
there’s beauty to be heard;
the roaring of a waterfall,
the trilling of a bird.
Within the depths of loneliness
the silence deafens all;
this is a place you’ll never hear
the beauteous Gaia’s call.
But Solitude, a place close by
is music to the heart,
it is from there that you will find
the beauty in all art.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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