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Found Poetry 1,045


we select the limit of our visions
to enlist in unfrequented vastness
our tails tucked
not because we are cowards
but because we are comets
chest out to the sun
until it says enough

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

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