Poetry and Prose
I enjoy the mist.
There’s a symmetry in life, but I can’t see it.
I have to step away into the ocean, far beyond the shore.
I reach out from that space and grasp nothing.
Only then can I understand.
What is it that whispers in my ear?
I see the full faces of the past return,
but not to me. They…
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