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The tide
A tide rolls in
An edge
Bettween sand and water
A sun sets
Shining light from mountain to sky
In shadows of restraint I weep
My strength and soul wanders weak
A water fall of empty salty tears
In pools of inspiration lost
As hands of silence choke the seed
My dreams and aspiration tossed
Behind the fog of doubt
Ill stand, my self esteem renews.
A place to freely write
The joy of a capture
Crystallization of human feelings
In the words on this page
My pen can stand all still.
Like water, from a fountain.
poem
by
Howard Johnson
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