With the perplexities of co-habitation,
I have chosen to live unto myself. Here,
in my island of peace, I gather the
flowers of the field found only in
the beauty of the written word. Like the
sparrow in the tree, and with modest needs,
I am free to fly at will.

Living unencumbered to the pretence that
dominates the world, life is enjoyed in
its purest intention.


© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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