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Lagoon


Sitting 
On the train,I thought 
I was attacked 
By dazzling sapphires
Captivated by the ripples 
Sewing the light
Chrome winged birds 
Hatching from the lagoon
Faint plumes spread
Ruffling pain to stretched ale
Boats trawling for flounder 
Stern mast high for harbor
The lagoon, wide and saline
Serene and sublime
Taught me to live it
To walk on it
Behold n lo as a dove
Woebegone but I still love.
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  1. Unknown9 May 2017 at 14:15

    This is making me want to go somewhere. This is a must travel read, a worthy read

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