SKETCHES OF THE SMALL TOWN
Over provided to the
small point. Stop or water.
The highest touches are by the
snowdrifts.
But towards the waters
all sides are to the sea.
Moist flight south,
and valleys, more
finally,
become lovelier.
World looking,
listening.
Gone, distant happiness.
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