A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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horizon
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STRANGER
A
thousand new horizons
Nestle, gleaming in between
The distant sky and ocean
Of someone else's dream,
Where flinted sparks of sunlight
Dance a tip-toe 'cross the floor,
And faintly breathes the swell that sighs
Upon their farthest shore.
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