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For Fellow Amateur Poets
Riding on winged lines
We shall flock like doves
In the rain
So the fire in our breasts
Shall not die
In the hideout of flowers
Soft reeds and singing marshes
Where the moon sleeps
Throughout the night
We are all watchful eyes
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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