These two oars, rowing this boat
came from the same branch. Now they
tell the story of the search for rhytm.
In the hands of man, the search continues.
Peace, peace they go.
The water
line. In this game of winning, the oars
learn they must be held by winners to
make to the finish line.
This story of peace can be told in the
rowing. Yesterday the tide came in. Peace,
The
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These two oars, rowing this boat came from the same branch. Now they tell the story of the search for rhythm. Nicely written poem. Thanks for this beautiful poem. 10+