Thursday, March 24, 2011


Dear my daily sacrifice,
Fleets of the sky
Beautiful keeping distance
Is all you can do in admiration
Food for thought, I'll speak not
Wait and see other days
The passing ocean and phrases
Knowledge does not possess the words
Which to make it all worth it
Keep me sleeping and wake,
As the sand creeps over my body
Gales of wind sing the tide
A shadow among vast Earth

Poem 4

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