'twas in the gifted horse
'twas in the gifted horsewater first emerged
as a spiritual force
late one night
rippled hearts burned broken
bursting in tides
over shanty town songs
longing with love and agony
boy with kite runs
steep cliffs billow
moon over still water
'twas but magic dust
dotting the water
alluring turrets of power
sing their trade theme
over foaming surf
peaking rolling dying
crashing at the shore
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-10 at 16:27
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