The earth; the sea; a bird; a tree;
Our souls transcend what our eyes might see.
A cloud of white; of grey; of black
Weeps life to earth while gulls attack
What once explored the depths of blue:
A hermit crab in borrowed shoe.
Adieu, adieu, sweet blooms of white.
I must return, to learn to write.

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