A sea,
blue under the skin,
miles of wonder walk around the sun.
I hear a familiar sound,
a battle between earth a granite,
only faith and hope can survive to this endless struggle.
The sight of a warm fireplace could grant this sailor
a safe port to come to
and could bring and end to this amber,
to this anguish that withered me.
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
5:21 PM - Waves
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