Brookhavel Bay

May 16, 2009
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I will arise and go now, go to Brookhavel Bay.
Here, the thunder mumbles a soft lullaby,
And the rain falls delicately on the soil below.
The eternal storm carries on in the sky;
The birds still sing.

Clouds pass by like endless gray smoke,
And the scarce blue dots fade slowly into black,
Then nothing.
All sounds silence except the ruffling of the leaves among the highest branches of the trees,
And the lapping of the waves upon the shore;
Time stands still.

I will arise and go now, go to a land conquered by peace.

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