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Surrounded
Songs and minutes, smoke and maroons
Swirl and shake in a majestic monsoon
Words and winds radiate from this relic
But it's heartily broken, hardening into a brick
She's surrounded by specks of sparkling sand
But notices nothing in this loathsome land
She feels frustrated-- thrown for a lonesome loop
In the desert and deserted, all she does is stoop
It's not a secret that she's surrounded
But how she remains alone leaves her astounded
She looks, and listens, and does legwork
But somehow all she sees is dust and dirt
There's not a place of paradise-- one oasis
Except for her lone entity that can grace all graces
Her feelings have descended, discouraged by not a find
How can a sapphire so beautiful be so blind?
March 2010
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