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Ivory sails pushed
by a slow, sweet breathe
an epiphany to my heart.
From which distant sea
do the riches arrive?
I long to float with them,
to leave my haves and wants
on this familiar shore.
In the backdrop there was
endless rain and thunder.
Sunshine now sifts through clouds
and kisses my face.
What precious love
unknown as he may be
has heaped his wealth
of smiles and tears on the boat?
I wonder
what music to make
what mantra to chant.
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