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Stranded High
Yet
My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind
Thought still I hear
The silence of the waves
The silence of their Siren pull
wash like hemlock through my senses
Their echoes crashing on my island shore
Returning to the sea
Unheard
Their hushed harmony
Foams surging up my beaches
A descant imprinted on my strand
Whispering back to the squalls
Unheeded.
Ne...
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:56 pm
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