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Slowly, tilting with the tide,
I lay out on a tiny dory.
Lowering my fingers into ripples.
Endless seems the blue above,
Nary a cloud to be seen.
Closing my eyes, I push out a sigh,
Enjoy the gulls wheeling awry.
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Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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Comments (4)
Amazing!
A beautiful poem, well done!✨🌿
Magnificent work! ✨
Lovely