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TO BE RECOGNIZED

 

the way earth recognizes the loneliness of trees

sends the wind; as sun lights the blades of grass

takes notice, each morning of the broad horizon

the face of sky smooth across such long brow

 

as if the river flows for the boat, the clouds part

for the sun the lightning strikes for the flash

that illuminates the heart of anything near by

 

 

 

 

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