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Found Poetry 385


my child stays in my arms
a memory carved with the strongest ink
permanent to the inner bone
encircling a chopped down heart
I see hope and joy in the distance
because I've known him from the very start

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

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