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Sunday, 1 March 2020

By the Sea

You roar and sing –
everlasting, persistent, insistent:
“CAN YOU HEAR ME?
CAN YOU SEE AND HEAR? WE’RE ONE, ALWAYS!”

I crunch stones slowly beating
to the right the heavy concrete deadening
and you calling, calling –

Our eyes, ears – open them!
Open them – and our souls will dance!

Posted by Elsinore at 01:30
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