The moth-heart hours
doubt-dusted the moon
an always open eye
even silence
resonates
a night has a tenor
some brittle tone
a wave breaks
but what of it
the shore is not
a home
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
God, can you write. I love the last stanza and wish that I had written it.
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The shore is not a home.. It can be like one of those f
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The shore is not a home… It can become like those famous quotes.
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“the moth-heart hours”; “the shore is not a home”! Pure magic again. Love your verse.
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That’s a real good one, C. All admiration here.
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