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The Poet's Place Between the rock The essence of flavor Sea soaked grasses Peebles Dirt Seaweed Sea urchins Fresh, old Pungent and rich The poet comes here To write about The sea, seasons, And at night the stars For the poet this place Provides a way to Get seated in the soul To find that fresh new Breeze to blow his way To breathe and let go To walk in places that Were walked in before To sit and wait for the wind To carry him to a state were Time doesn't tick and is perfect To surrender sweetly and sublimely This place is where the poet Is, look and you will find Him there writing. |
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