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What a beautiful poem you bring us today, Eric! My eyes are tied to the first and last verse. We are a bottomless pit of contradictions: we like life best, when we are closest to death; we want more time, when the sun threatens to hide; we learn to swim alone in shipwrecks and lose our fear when we have lost all battles.
It is always good to read you. Nice Tuesday for you...
RE: Perennial (Original Poetry)