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A Dream of Authority
When I die, I will hear
the roar of the sea
as the natural elements
exchange their destinies –
The sound of a dolphin’s cry;
this is where I’m alive,
a weary hued voice
in a landscape smiling
where the wetness pours
over the paint and canvass long white,
Under the sea, looking
for a mite that is whispering,
Papa; she spoke low,
I woke and listened.
the roar of the sea
as the natural elements
exchange their destinies –
The sound of a dolphin’s cry;
this is where I’m alive,
a weary hued voice
in a landscape smiling
where the wetness pours
over the paint and canvass long white,
Under the sea, looking
for a mite that is whispering,
Papa; she spoke low,
I woke and listened.
Published 24th Dec 2014
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24th Dec 2014 8:24pm
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25th Dec 2014 2:22pm
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