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July 24, 2017 · by Vera · in Poetry · 3 Comments

Poetry is a river
And through
This river of poetry
Flows
Without beginning or end
All rivers of the country

You and I are a country, and
In this country of You and I
Lives
With colour and calmness
All countries of the world

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