for as long as there are sands on
the shore
leaves on trees, air in space,
sun on the horizon, moon on the marsh,
there will always be
a poem to write
a note to an experience
a syllable in my tongue.
the shore
leaves on trees, air in space,
sun on the horizon, moon on the marsh,
there will always be
a poem to write
a note to an experience
a syllable in my tongue.
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