- -My stella- 42
Recluse
I am a traveller, unknown the way before me.
I am a dreamless being, a shadow of aspiration.
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love thee o my stella, and bear thy love, rare to my soul on my way. Though valedictory is painful, and my paring is a waste to my soul, I have to leave and find a recluse...
" Though valedictory is painful, and my paring is a waste to my soul, I have to leave and find a recluse. " ....excellent...but I feel, her valedictory can not be a reason for you to find a recluse....great work..10++++...thank you Prabir for all your comments on my poems