For Abandoned Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France 8/19/23
Awashed out from shore tempest tossed in the night Behold sands once golden fade from sight Alone I must plumb the depths of my sorrow No one to be with if there is a tomorrow Drenched are my spirits, a dark heavy toll Overwhelmed is my vacant aching soul No compass not guide nor north star above Exiled into a land of dark clouds, no white dove Dream sweetly my dear, my life, my love
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