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throughout these years
do not mind the tempest
what is important is that
we remain as teas
pleasing to the taste buds
of the gods,
it is not us anymore that
matter
it is the idea about us
it sticks as carbonates
inside the bottom
no one sees it
but its weight creates
that fact...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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