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Lift me up on the crest of the wave,
Let me ride home safe to the shore,
The joy I feel when I am borne,
Weightless on the water,
Will be with me evermore.
The music of the sea does not falter,
The song of the sea does not fade,
As I hold the conch shell to my ear
The echo of the sea remains.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 November 2014 11:44
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Born with a pure soul,
Unsullied, untarnished
As the proverbial driven snow
Life scars us, erodes and corrodes
Our spirit, forcing us to hide
Our face behind a mask
And grow a shell around our heart.
Thus armoured, we sally forth
Among the worldly-wise,
Pretending to fit,
Tho’ ill-equipped,
And no one expects or suspects
That what they see is not reality.
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©Denise G Allen, 10 January 2014 18:29
