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Found Poetry 288


love a string toward the moon
pulled westward the arm is true
consciousness free I'll remember you
white mountains and water recruit
expansion of colors a finished blue
that bed of pine needles such a view

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

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