Sunday, March 23, 2008

Life tides change
and pull
and sink
in new directions

Hope is sent to sea

And I alone, stand on rocky shore
To sing its memory

I fall
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1 comment:

Berkley said...

snaps-

I dig your new poetry streak. Stand strong, you may be alone, or you may be the lighthouse.

6:17 PM

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