Calm Clam
This strange, old familiarity
of each hour, of every new day
assures me I could find my way;
though fundamentally alone
with my cry's echo I was born,
so far I've managed on my own;
although by cruel waves of spite
and by swirls of sham crushed I am,
I'm holding on, I'm the calm clam!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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