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Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Very short poem: Diving
In the infinite spaces between words,
we dive,
searching for treasure
in murky waters,
deep below the penetration of the sun's rays.
Caught by the glint of an object
(or a subject),
we swim past the gold,
lured by the pretty sparkle of tin.
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