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Islands Rev 1

Poetry By: meriddle
Poetry


An expression of creativity.


Submitted:Dec 31, 2011    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Islands

By M. E. Riddle

Remote, desolate,

Scratch we live.

The night we search,

The day we give.

Holt, burrow,

Pick and then

Nighttime sin,

Live again.

Tides wash,

As we sleep.

Buried,

Our way deep.

Hidden,

Set for winter.

In summer,

We are children.





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