Sunshine/Black hole poetry foundation
About being alive
Poetry
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Tuesday, 17 September 2019
Face of heaven
Somewhere under an eastern sky
I'm floating
I'm diving
I must survive
I'm swimming
And the stars are my guide
Homeward bound on the tide
The river is the determiner
the pull
Through
I look up
And I must remember to forget you
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