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Found Poetry 1,044


our sociable shadows
boiling in the shavings of humanity
threaten to take
that threshing in the wake
does it disturb the trinity?

each bubble a dream
each ripple a year
the source is sure
the shore too close
and so closes

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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