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waving goodbye to the vacant quay
lapping the tide that has set them free
how am i to fathom futures past?
when the sun, she sets pink
and the moon rises nigh,
whilst the wake crashes conciousness
at the suns first rays,
the moons zenith,
and all imbetween.

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The following comments are for "Waves back at me"
by joeyjoejoe3

"and all imbetween." where life is lived. I like this poem because it seems holding it's breath, poised on the horizon, where anything can happen. it's a poem that contains unimaginable distances and limitless possibilities. ... at least it felt that way to me, but I'm a bit simple so I probably missed the point. ;) either way, I liked it.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 26, 2006 )

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