A silent shore,

Seductive Moon,

A sinister Sea,

Clouds in the wind,

A lone shadow lies

Upon the white sand.

Stilled on the sparkling crystals,

Almost villainous,

Primeval and water worn with broken sides.

Once imperturbable,

Aloft upon white shafts of waves,

Beautiful and bold,

Now ancient and vacant.

The old sailing ship found its burial ground

Upon a deserted island in the early morning mist.

Peace and Love



©2019. elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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The life of Charlotte Jean Murphree 1958-2010

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