Sea Escape
Sparkling prisms, liquid graves
as far as starving eyes can see
bouncing, urgent clapping waves
happy for the tears in me.
O, beckon moi, ye salty tea!
Spread wide your arms of jade!
Au revoir, melee pour la vie!
Come; seek me in my grave!
ŠNancy L. Meek ~ May 02, 2004
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