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April 25, 2020

Droplets and other Poems

There is a place
Where time has stopped
Where the gulls
Glide with the wind
And myriad ripples of the water
Flicker like a flock of birds.
A poet lived here and then died,
Leaving his inspiration.
The tide comes in and out,
Leaving its treasures.
We, too, came here for awhile and left,
Leaving behind golden minutes.

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