Alone, sitting, gazing into the fireplace in his cabin in the woods
A discontented man with a forlorn vacant look
What thoughts are contained within his solitary life
While he warms in his cold harsh winter respite.
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This poem is really beautiful. The hermit life is a lonely life. Void of human companionship with only the walls to look at and talk to. This brings to mind a poem I wrote If Walls could Talk Please take a peek when you have chance. A great inspiring write.