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Without A Trace



Ocean dreams of quiet servitude 
fresh water pearls and golden shores  
pouring out, until there is no more 
Silent skies sliding o'er the sea 
motioning to rocks , seashells,  and trees 
Eggglantine shades of night lifting off  the breeze 
here come the sailboats, gliding on the hues  
of one still night; 
Wrapped in linen sheets of my own sorrow
I watch as morning arrives with her Peruvian promise 
I am a  wanting child lingering longer then I ought to
in this lovely, lovely, place
where one can dissapear without a trace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/27/2019 4:50:00 AM
You are such a great poet but I cannot understand why you occasionally disappear. Lovely poem.
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Date: 9/27/2019 5:43:00 AM
through lack of time my dear, lack of time. I'm here when I can. have a wonderful day .
Date: 9/26/2019 5:36:00 PM
This sounds heavenly Vie. God Bless! xxoo
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Date: 9/25/2019 11:32:00 PM
Wonderfully done. God bless you
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