(Moon soaked gales
Oversee herds of whales Venturing through night’s tail.) I am Unwilling to surrender To crashing waves against faith’s sail There’s no leaving this deck, No returning to the wreckage I left; Only waiting for land to appear. Seed’s of love Wait humbly within right fist clutched They long to gestate below Where autumn’s leaves gathered Atop the grasses; fighting To maintain this union Before winter’s morrow arrives Where snow will walk Under low lying branches Staring out time’s window, Not wanting to release the still soil; Not wanting melting tears to show #HerScent#HidesInTheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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