The waves kiss my legs
And take away the dregs
Of joy left behind by life,
And my solitary strife,
Against the vagaries multitudes
Posed by the viccissitudes
of a whimsical fate,
dies like a date.
A shining new morn
fresh as fate is born,
And Lo, with a smile I prepare
to embrace its messy fare
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Published on e-Stories.org on 12.01.2010.
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