More intelligent minds than mine
Have spoken
Everything of consequence said
Now I speak my unimportant bit
Never saw the sky this blue
Broken shells hint at the idea
Of something that was
And has passed
Like time whispering
Footprints on sand
Just before the tide washes in
Aren’t ugly
Neither is the old mill.
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