Wood shadows walk over the waves
the waves racing to bless the sand
the sand where sounds and shapes weave
weaving nature’s ancient riddle
the riddle where I am
I am where words dance
dancing in the mind.
Wood shadows walk over the waves
the waves racing to bless the sand
the sand where sounds and shapes weave
weaving nature’s ancient riddle
the riddle where I am
I am where words dance
dancing in the mind.
edgarone2
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beautiful poetry
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Thank you.
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welcome
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