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Trilobite Shores.

When heart of me be despot, Solation overwhelms my serbonian mind. On shoal of sand I take me there, To lie in tamarisk bed of natures hand. With tearful sighs and wave’d cries I listen to the tread of Minoan feet Then linger there in storied state, My eyelids torn by armies stood at yonder gate. A lucid lullaby dances then on trilobite shores. And spirit is no more awash with hearts resort. For still, invisible forces may me rest. That I might once again be filled with awe.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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