Alone she stands head bowed
The deep ocean her silent companion
How many souls have set foot upon her wonderous windswept sands?
Awash with salt sea air
Did someone gaze in awe of her stark barren beauty?
She seems to call to me invitingly
Ner promises nor answers
I am both enslaved and entranced
And though armed with ancestorial wisdom
I am as anyone who sought before me
exposed to her silent strenght
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Mhamai · 24/09/2007 21:29
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