I Return

Beauty, as time, has passed me by

So that here alone set I

As the hound with quarry gone

Searching ever blindly on

Through the field or around the tree

"Til I return alone to me.

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This speaks to me as one who feels a certain sadness, or a longing...and yet at the same time seems to be content with life. You'll have to let me know what thoughts you had when writing this. :) Excellent poetry as always!