Neap Tide: Poetry – The Poet

my dear child writing poems

My dear child

My dear child,
You sat for long hours
On the banks of the Amazon
Writing plenty of poems,
In small paper sheets

My dear child,
You wrote poems on the sand,
With the moon as your guide,
And the flowing river at your side,
And the enchanting world at your feet,
Which all have helped you craft,
These precious eternal poems..

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