The arc of stars
Seen over the waves
Lies down in its halcyon self,
Discoverer of absences, beloved lamp,
some dazzlingly hermetic,
I picture whole streams, new currents,
Abandoned
like colors. Deep colors
BEAUTY
The Deepest Sea
its tongues,
don't overmix
Toward morning, walking along the river,
and sucks the green boundary out.
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I loved playing this! I feel like the descriptions of the different places you could find poetry in were just as poetic as the poems themselves. I'll definitely be back to visit again :)