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Tides
by rayn via shirl - Jungle Drum Newswire Wednesday, Dec 30 2015, 11:57pm
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poetry /
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the waning moon almost invisible
offers a slim medium where lovers
send entreaties hoping
their love will increase
the wind carries lost songs,
screams, sobs and joyous laughter
long lost to the human ear
the horizon forever runs
like unfulfilled wishes
and impossible dreams
constantly out of reach
i sit in my favourite night place
between the crags
seeing, hearing and tasting the sea
carried on the wind
the sea's brooding vastness
is waiting to be moved by the
invisible power of the moon
http://jungledrum.hopto.org/news/story-2045.html
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