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Sep 2010
I am at the sea, uninvited and frantic
To be one with it like Mississippi with Atlantic
standing all aloneΒ Β undecided and uncertain
Like the unaccustomed soul of a man

Perplexed with its charming mischief
of swelling heavy, harsh and rough
I am at its mercy of finding a clue
When at times it is boisterous
With white crests but serene
Often calm and blue

The tread wind gets into my blood
fills with an impatience
for the unknown
Billows stretching around
Causing forget the vanishing youth
yearning a desire for life
But the Sun setting at the horizon

Fleecy clouds at the far end
A sense of sand and mound
Only some melancholy gulls around
Nothing more but a desolation, brooding
It is an empty desert
With a vague foreboding ?
kdpgrahi@2010
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