Fugitive Fragments Pieces One, Two, and ThreeI.
Far away from your ancient moor,
I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and transport me to Eden's door!
Can musings like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
like the gods who read from a scroll?...
Splashing, thrashing, wildly bashing
rages the rolling sea
like half-tortured Poseidon drowned
in waves of misery!
In tempestuous, dark dead of night,
a vessel from afar
plows through by dim, faint, speckled glow
of north's Polaris Star.
Like the tide, sorrows come and go;
but, in the end, they fade and mend.
Since love died, the tears surge and flow:
but, as a trend, they now transcend.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2021-04-10 at 10:28
Tags Eden  Polaris  Love
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