Rest dear soul whose minimum dost break the tide
Lining white ways of blue azure foam
Wrestling moon for wave of thither
Rock bound and clad but for a moment
Speak of elegant motion
Clash and splash gayly
Night falls and winds rise
Higher to pitch black seas rise
Noise sounding roar of oar
Vessel splatter upon the shore... ~ Maggie ~ January 28, 2009 @ 7:14 p.m. EST
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