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how i wish to put my world
in the four corners of a can
where i can be at peace
in such smallness

but i know that cannot be done
it is not only me
it is also you and such a space
will be too small

we cannot fit there anymore
so open up
let us try the world where the river flows
where our vast dreams
may sail

you and i
and these uncertainties of murky waters
of hazy clouds
of morning mists
dark nights
and
howling dogs

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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