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Another post for Nat'l Poetry Month

In honor of a friend who has lost something once held dear.

The Tide
by M. D. Hughes

The tide recedes but leaves behind
    bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
    still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet
    it echoes on in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes,
    something beautiful remains.

I'm still meaning to poke through my Neruda books and pick out one worth posting with parallel translation.

Is it bad that I first became aware of this poem because of a greeting card? I do rather like the artist... But still. Kinda silly.</a>

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