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in    
my mind        
I soar in flight    
to the islands                
of the light          
in between is      
blackest night                
my heart's eyes                      
have second sight              
on I fly in
mem'rys
kite

                islands
                        emerge
                             from numdness' mist
                                   there flowers spring
                                  remembered bliss
                       perfumed air
             a lover's kiss
out of an ocean
dark bruising fist
there lies the
Scylla
and

Charybdis                


                          the
                                seas are
               stormy
charcoal
black
                suffering
and
           hunger's
lack

but within                          
the sparkling isles!                    
treasures                  
for a little      
child...

a mother
with her little girl
takes her to
             another world
                 through reading stories
                                  thus
                           unfurled

a
time of        
triumph.      
awards at school      
breezes blowing
               soft and cool

thru
time  
the sands of
beaches sift
a race is won
                your feet
            are swift
these memories
are such        

a                  

gift          


               on such
           a beach
         my feet touch down
Christmas' sights
and laughter's
            sounds
                           I am safely

                on

      the


ground



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