The leaves
ebb and flow
as gusting waves
crash and swirl
through the boughs;
a dew born spindrift
bespeckles my spectacles,
and thus
the spectacles before me;
doomed to drown
in the depths of
inescapable darkness,
I sought not
a life preserver,
yet found one
in the trees
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very lovely thoughts and words, s’poetry
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I must admit, I’m never quite sure; so I do appreciate your words and encouragement, thank you
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