Found Poetry 503

1/1/21

beginning in ungrown mud
illuminated by pieces of chance
the murmurs of a journey
conceived in distance
gather to light the torch
shouts to ready their march

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

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