When the world is too much with me,
when tired and sick
I slip its clamor and trod unmasked along solitary beaches slick with salt and starlight, the ocean plays our song.
Behind my lids we are reborn.
Dance with me, you say.
I slip grateful hands in yours, healed.
this one was beautiful. I don’t understand poetry very well, but I know what I like.
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Aww, shucks! Thank you 😊
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