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Jiya

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

Swept Out To Sea

Waves rage about me in an impetuous sea,
tormenting tides, swirling currents,
In despair, I call out, but no one hears.

I am swept out to sea, I scan the vista
for even a piece of drift wood, then
remember this breath. This breath, 
my anchor in an impetuous sea.
Posted by Jiya at 9:51 AM

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