surf pounds the shore
of pink and gray speckled granite,
damp, stinging rain
when I move, even stones
sparkle like diamonds
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Every day can’t be sunny
Tag Archives: Russian Poetry
Hear your own singing
Saturday morning,
the birds create a stir but
the wind holds its breath
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