He was tender and polite.
He loved to remain sympathetic
To everyone.
He could perceive the beauty
Of any heart
And indulge deliberate admiration.
Yet he had a purpose of life
Bearing its workload always within.
He, therefore, preferred isolation.
It was almost impossible to distract him
Because of his remaining withdrawn.
The existence of love and detachment
Was the source of his differential grace.
Holding a flute made him often divine.
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