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Sunday, November 18, 2012

DIVING DEEP

Seal like she slipped, into the dark,
yet again, avoided the shark.

So deep she dived with skill and grace,
a wet silver, lit her pale face.


Time passed, a swift shadowed hand,
of silence, over her midnight land.

Tears fell, fell soft, as warm rain,
so deep she dived, and fled the shark again.

Tushie   18/11/12


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