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Walking Across The Atlantic
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
Billy Collins
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تیری انگلیاں میرے جسم میںیونÛÛŒ لمس بن Ú©Û’ Ú¯Ú‘ÛŒ رÛیں
ک٠کوزه گر میری مان لےمجھے چاک سے Ù†Û Ø§ØªØ§Ø±Ù†Ø§
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Awesome poem
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Nice.
​nice.... /up