Loneliness

I feel the orby loneliness get close

But it is a prelude of harmony

And a chance to lose the monotony

That always piles and is hard to dispose.

I will read the verses that I compose

And I will hear the purling symphony 6

Of fountains richer than gold or money

That in my mind of other times arose.

I will have time to reach elysian mirth 9

Bedded and snarked in my own fantasies

And I will listen to my muses that flirt.

While they create eternal ecstasies

I will breath perfume of roses that lilt

In a wind full of other fragances.

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9-. Elysian mirth = sweetly blissful, beatific, pleasure.

6-. Purling = that moves in ripples or with a murmuring sound.