Here I
wait for you, across the tide, the ebbing, cascading colours of my
hopes and desire, like waves just dying at your feet on a clear white
shore of your eyes...
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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