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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Rarity of Many

There are so few of you,
the waves said to my aloneness
on the beach.
We are a multitude!
Our numbers have no number!
I nodded.
We are the white carnations
of the sea!
One by one we lay our flowered selfs
on the shore,
and it is over.
I nod again.
I love your beauty, I said,
each petal more beautiful
than before.
I never tire of watching you.
In my dreams
I hear you crash
yards away,
my arms
full of your soft virginity.
So many,
for so few.

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