Entry 672

When I have written 
One thousand poems 
Will there be one among them 
That someone finds meaning in?

Breaking myself into millions 
Of pieces to form a beach 
So another may appreciate the sea.

More garbage than pearls 
Washes upon me;
It is no wonder I have 
So few interested visitors.

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