To a New Poet...
he who writes a poem
marks a road with many stones
gathers leaves and
does not burn them
plants a seed and leaves it
to grow
wild as a forest
lives for a while and then goes away
in a faraway place
without any inkling
of coming back
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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