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Professional Poems
Carrying Our Word
by Ofelia Zepeda
We travel carrying our words.
We arrive at the ocean.
With our words, we are able to speak
of the sounds of thunderous waves.
We speak of how majestic it is,
of the ocean power that gifts us songs.
We sing of our respect
and call it our relative.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour,
Then leat subsides to leaf.
50 Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
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