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Your Eyes (Free verse) by Dovina A fence, wandering across the land,
along some ancient line,
encloses and discloses,
relates in its purpose,
to other things,
not itselfâ
what it keeps and what it keeps out,
the boundaries it proclaims,
the openings it allows.
Having walked the public side,
and peeked in,
Iâm searching for the gate.
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