She's Gone
A soft curling wave caresses the shore,
the wind whispers, she's gone, she's gone
I see your smile in the fluorescent crest of each wave,
the wind sighs, she's gone,
a sail slowly disappears on the horizon,
as night falls about me like a cloak I shiver in the darkness,
Watching my footprints wash out to sea,
The wind whispers your name,
and I hide in the quiet of my lonliness
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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