Well it is, fine to see, elegant and peeled
To fineness, a shell, this beauty. A sea-swell
Rises, spasm, in my spirit. Nothing can shield
Against this shining. Well it is, fine to see -
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Richard this poem has innate rhythm and pours from deep reflection, and yet is not weighed down by it. Marvelous work. Anita
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