A land is not forgotten
That is born from earth
And with life feet's trotten’
Of every time's worth
The metaphors of playing
In roots of dream revive
Though nothing is staying
That’s of growing live
The supplication’s finding
In twilight’s final meeting
And stone to stone minding
There from past its reading
The twinkling of each fading
In mirror glass water glow
Through wearing cascading
In time that comes slow
This kingdom’s walking alone
In boondocks crossing land
With every meeting stone
Life’s thought can understand
A glow with its tenderness
Lips of ocean’s salty kiss
Narrow through slenderness
Of every reflection reminisce
Peter S. Quinn
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