poem of the day August 9
Some shorealong a stretch
of sand
full of clams
holds a tiny view
But what it sees
is long and true
like tides of life
are of no concern
What they fear
are tidal worms
of sand
full of clams
holds a tiny view
But what it sees
is long and true
like tides of life
are of no concern
What they fear
are tidal worms
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