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Wednesday, September 23, 2009


Meet me at sunrise
when the day starts a new
when floral sheets of silence
awaken from their beds.

Revelations emerge from within a shining light
across the discursive ramblings of the sea
only to lap against wooden hulls.

A cryptic message to the masses?
No, to just one
but a universal plight I hope;

For I would write a poem to mankind
in the hope that it would
make its way to your heart.


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