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Sunday, December 14, 2025

Mining

As I walk along the trickle of freshwater

making its way across the sand

to add itself to the ocean

I'm describing it to myself

getting the words right

to share with you


It's they way with every experience I have

getting the words

Mining for poetry

to bring back some treasure

to share with you


Posted by KLJ at 6:53 PM

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