no hope
through all the silence,
i hope you hear my thanks;
but i no longer hope with you--
touching a river,
the ocean responds.
i hope you hear my thanks;
but i no longer hope with you--
touching a river,
the ocean responds.
i vow to travel lost, arriving each step, amidst petals, from distant mountains, without names, speaking between quote marks, all the while humbly appreciating the shining maps that guide me thus.
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