There is no better medicine
Than the one you find between
The toes of your feet—
The soft white sand
In the shore of of a little town
In which there is a white house
With a yard facing the sea
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Poesia"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
