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In heart’s perspective the distance looms large.
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The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
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Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
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Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
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The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.”
The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 28, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.