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the destiny of books
always depends on the
reader,

the destiny of my poetry
depends
on the capacity of
the feeler

its rhythm its tone
and color
its scent
its ending
its lasting impression

its possibilities like your
possibilities
always a memory of those
whom we have
easily
buried in the realm of
forgetting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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