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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Lost and Found

I am sending a telegram
to creation.
I have found you again.
You are a pearl of blueness
and clean air!
It rained all night.
I heard it in my dreams.
I felt the leaves falling.
I knew the darkness
of the streets.
One is helpless in their dreams.
You follow rapids
that spill off edges,
but I emerged from the whirlpool,
overslept,
and woke
to a clear open day,
my diary open to a blank page.

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