Waves rush
over rocks,
leaving rainbows of sand
that glisten
in the hand
at the end of the mind that knows,
no stream of thought can hold the beauty of
a bare fact
a clear view
a soul delighted
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| Castle Rock Waves rush over rocks, leaving rainbows of sand that glisten in the hand at the end of the mind that knows, no stream of thought can hold the beauty of a bare fact a clear view a soul delighted |
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