Found Poetry 312

6/2/20

my eyes pour into yours
the white clouds
the black lakes
they appear and glimmer in phases
and move like the moon across the sky
devout to its path

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

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