With the perplexities of co-habitation, <br />I have chosen to live unto myself. Here, <br />in my island of peace, I gather the <br />flowers of the field found only in <br />the beauty of the written word. Like the <br />sparrow in the tree, and with modest needs, <br />I am free to fly at will. <br /> <br />Living unencumbered to the pretence that <br />dominates the world, life is enjoyed in <br />its purest intention. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-119/
