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So Long!, Isles of Wunderkeiten!
Your needs unmet and, too, mine equally
fulfilled,—I s’pose it’s best to leave this where
it stands.—what other course could feel as fair?
But deep disturbances in mon esprit,
increasingly violent unto me,
(as roaring winds and foaming omens) stir
tidal wave emotions without compare;—
breaking—in terrific fatality.
My heart adrift,—stranded soon on your shore,—
beats weak, throbs sad sobs, sniffles back such tears
of torrential regret...—and for what?
you?
Really, need I lament—this dullest score—
the abandon of your tempestuous fears?
No.,—if I capsize now, I never flew.—
Copyright ©
X F Lacasse
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