Tuesday, 21 April 2009

POETRY - New Shore Line.

Memories like liquid paste
Sleuce slowly past
Gathering thoughts
And creating tides
Waves of rememberence
Dash against the ideal.
This vivid viscous tide
Stays and stains
Marks every grain.
History gives birth
To a new shore line.
When the sun rises above it
It is still a thing of beauty.

P. Davidson 17/04/09

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