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Shore Leave

Updated: Aug 9, 2022

Sand or tobacco


each with a golden smile

some with glitter in their eyes

I wander and wonder

shan't my wits fly

with a broken wing?

astern, I fear

day still sings the same

the graceful airs

fall on dark

despite the great beauties on this land

yes, they dwell within white lights

and talk the talk


I know not

pity remains

even for the very little

said and done

and it delivers only unrest.

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