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Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem, ” deserves something in reply. So I’ll tell a secret instead:poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadowsdrifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to dois live in a way that lets us find them.Naomi Shihab Nye
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No one lives in these regionsof rock and sun. It is a lucky part of the world; to grow old without buildings and roadways, to dissolve quietly without feeling stunned.Naomi Shihab Nye