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QuietMy dear sweet friend, Across the sea, May you feel breezes, Blow so free. May you find fullness, In the quiet, And thoughts to think, And then to write. May you sit still, And sense the new, And capture this, And write it true. I am waiting, Here to read, Your soulful centre, Yes, indeed! Joy Weare. 27th October, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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