Poems ✍️

  06.10.2025
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Author: Carl Sandburg

They Ask Each Other Where They Came From

AM I the river your white birds fly over?
Are you the green valley my silver channels roam?
The two of us a bowl of blue sky day time and a bowl of red stars night time?
Who picked you
out of the first great whirl of nothings
and threw you here?




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