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Saturday, August 06, 2005


Obtrusive gales
Block my way
The windy night
Gathers torrential trails

Forlorn traveler
I sought your land
Lingering my gaze
Rests weary on your sands

Your memory softly
Begins to fade
Reinforcing waves
Do not tirade

And as darkness grows
Like blinding walls
The sprinting oceans
Of apparitions fall