Found Poetry 196

1/20/20

I sing and know the sun's neverending love
begun in the east and continuing in the west
it goes around the old orchard
growing and ripening the fruit

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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