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Jan 2014
Infinite constantly changing spectrum of light
Folding and rolling in soft gentle ripples
Mother Earth playing with the dying rays of light

For me

And I'm supposed to focus on catching waves?

I can't do that
With my jaw dropped
And my eyes wide open

Starstruck with appreciation
For God

I found god today
In the fading rays of light
Creating infinite beauty
For just me

I don't think this is a poem
Just a declaration
Steven Martin
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Steven Martin  San Diego
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