Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa
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Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Writer’s Rock
WRITER’S ROCK
I closed my eyes and became a boulder.
Hours passed, I grew older, colder.
I opened my eyes, I know not when
Exactly—awake, a human being again.
Moeraki boulder
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