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Message Body: Name- Carolyn Smith Email- [email protected] Poem- Look through the window right out to sea, Rows of white horses galloping free, See their white mane’s as they race to the shore See how they rise see how they fall Here they come now on the crest of the waves Galloping on through the salty haze Until reaching the shore with a shudder and sigh You see only their shadows galloping by. Stormy Seas.
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عنوان القصيدة: بحار عاصفة
