O that tender little time!
to wish it more as long as
the greatest shore!
That was cleansed by love
and removed all gloom and pain
and remaining; the tears
of all mothers and fathers
weeping holding seashell
voices of baby songs
O, what little time!
no more than thimble that we
make miracles!
and for me; I keep my seashell
upon the shore of that greatest
ocean called forever!
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 