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On the crest of a wave ( an attempt to break writers block)


PammyFoo

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Rolling, rushing

Water walls. Fall and rush

Push the driftwood

 

Sweeping away the little dots. Poor

women, men, children. The unsaveable

The left behind. In the dark

of the walls.

 

Leaves of the lillies snap. Dying

Drowning in the pain. Is it rain?

No. It does not fall from the sky

but appears from the horizon. Nowehere.

From the once beautiful

night sight.

 

The new land. Atlantis

sleeps now.

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