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By Kurt Holmes
I love the sea and its sounds, and just the idea of it. On the surface, this poem is about a shipwreck and the tragedy of it all. I'll leave it to the readers to assign it a deeper meaning. Let me know what you think :]
There are many islands in my ocean, listing and drifting near the edge of oblivion.
A poem about the lovely soul of a challenged artist