A silent nod
At parting ways
Towards the east
Towards the west
A cyclical motion
Like ducks
In a hurricane.
At parting ways
Towards the east
Towards the west
A cyclical motion
Like ducks
In a hurricane.
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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