Tides of Mysticism

June 3, 2010
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The ocean’s water settles in the morn’
Dripping off the docks
Filling puddles in the sand
Forming tears on the rocks
From out of the mist
Come girls in lilac frocks
Ascending like ghosts
Water tangled in their locks
Turn to find life beyond the shore
In a past forever last

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