In the Alpine forests
Of Burgundy, I build a log cabin next to a stream.
Everything I do there protests
This world's vanity, along the seam
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such a poem away of hiding from sin going to a place of peace keep going to thta place of peace until sin is no more
I found nothing in your poem to fault. I found only, a lot to praise. So, I gave it a 10. GW62