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like the waves I tried

but somewhere along the way

lost my heart to stone

cast away to sea only

pushed up on a distant beach

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an open window

Teacher, you saw me

one minute there …

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blown away

a ballet of grebe

on wind-swept pond

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shepherding

the notes of a flute

just the wind

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quick-silver runs

on the wave crest – the moon

crashes onto the beach

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where once

my hairline now tumble

white whiskers

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stealing silver

creeping out – behind a cloud

moon shadows fall

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with the dawn fading

as all that burns bright dims – just

childhood memories

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brightly twinkling stars

constellations in grasses

tread softly through heaven

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in grasses I left

long may you burn firefly

a wasteland beacon

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