Poem: Changing Tides

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Make no room
For unchanging tides
Seasons encumbered
And finite skies.

Make no room
For bellowing seas
Wayward journeys
Or common dreams.

Make no room
For a clouded heart
Lesser truths and all
Where courage departs.

Make no room
For blinded eyes
A conscience closed
And unchanging tides.

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