Tangentially Poetic - Reflections
When even a fake smile is guilty! What of the bottle at sea, The one to find will not see, In strange hands will my message be. Little that a poet writes Will ever for a world to see. But for the secret entrusted, None will the wiser be.
And so it were, Whilst I lay counting the grains in sand, The surf kept passing me by. It kept telling me stories, But the sand was grainy, ...
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