Shadows on Shorelines (Poem - Day 5)

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Our hearts are heard inside a conch,

we beat in synch, an ocean's march,

Our shadows stretch across the sand

cut by glass and sown by hand,

our past is made with bigger plans,

bigger than heights are slayed by man

where dragons fall - come crashing down -

onto the shore.

                      Its echoed roar

is what we march to,

is what we're for.

Created: Apr 06, 2014


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