Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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Past Beginning
A poem
Clouded by a play
A play
Shrouded with intimacy
Into love
Walk together
Into life
Stand apart
Into time
Never closer
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