A THIN DIVIDING LINE

A THIN DIVIDING LINE boon vrs bane... Wouldn't you prefer it In lieu of a boisterous milieu? When the whole world sinks into madness Wouldn't you like to escape into its fold? Such is its' magical hold Since ages has been told Magnetizing the young and the old Enticing the artist and the creative soul Invigorating 'em Silence is golden speaks eloquently Tossing your emotions Worries gradually fade away Sitting along the river banks At one with nature Thus spake William Hazlitt 'Nor do I seek for a friend in my retreat Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet' In gentle measure It acts like a balm When prolonged Do much harm.