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by BOB GALLO Dec 29, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Like waves that retreat and climb, fold and spread, in a never-ending rhyme, clawing the blue, climbing the stairs of a rhythm, to the upper floors of sublime, waltzing our verses with passion and silence in a pantomime.
by BOB GALLO
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