Poem words
have thoughts too
thinking them ideas
form a bit like dreams
on mountain slopes
tilt toward the sea
or gaze up
one moment alone half
foretelling the next
near missing
the remains
form a bit like dreams
on mountain slopes
tilt toward the sea
or gaze up
one moment alone half
foretelling the next
near missing
the remains
decor it's craft
speaking comes later
so it all begins
destinies pass
destinies pass
writing makes
poetry
last
last
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