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I Thought..
We send our thought across the void
out to the furthest stars,
a call that all hunter's employ
in leafy glade or marsh.
Such a force of thought we send
billowing past the sun,
and as a force it will never end
till innocence should come.
out to the furthest stars,
a call that all hunter's employ
in leafy glade or marsh.
Such a force of thought we send
billowing past the sun,
and as a force it will never end
till innocence should come.
Published 25th Oct 2023
| Edited 26th Oct 2023
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