Tuesday, April 19, 2016

"Oceans and plains"

Far away, upon the plains, two thousand miles away
In ancient times, before the fall, a will had words to say
It argued for itself in hopes that recompense would come
An angry whirlwind swirling dust unfazed by distant drum
Went on the ocean's rampant waves, and struggle did ensue
To make some sense to circumvent eternity for two
The angry will knew better but she hoped for ocean's sway
Then, Serendipity arose to show the only way


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