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i never meant to leave
but there was a breeze
and my skirts
were swept up by the tide

i didn’t think islands
were fortressed and firm
so i nourished my swimming skills
secretly, inside

·

and the waves are stirring now

·

this love in me
rages,
like salted whirlpools
and tempestuous sprays
with no where to go but

up

when it hits those staunch juts
of rock.

·

island mine
i claim and find
and stake it
home for good

come and build
in rain and wind
new castles in the sand

and there upon
the precious beach
of hope in you

i

silent,

waiting,

stand.

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