The driftwood makes nests for daggers
Because this is unexpected
Coming from the sea
The long shadows become like friends
Well-anticipated, and as liable
To embrace, or to strike
As to slip away
| Heart on Fire |
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
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The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres