Poem 165:

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The Shore

——————–

Beyond distant hills
where the mountains split the sky,
lies a lovely shore
where the moon comes to dance

in an inlet by the sea,
a silent shadow resting upon the wave
creates an endless expanse,
in the silence of the dance

upon shore & sacred place,
along a shore where time
& space are no more
her shadow rests upon the sea
a light in rippling wave

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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