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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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SHORES OF AMBER

 

Settling down with the light's waning

I remember the voice of the surf

And the air, full of words spoken by the sea

And the roar of speech,

And the mutterings of soulful deeps.

Whispers of mysteries.

Gold dust washes around my toes

Flecks of material Elysium from other shores,

And this one.

Drops of sun-struck amber...

Rich in the sands

That come and go with the tide

From other places,

Beyond this side of the Sunset.

 

                                             -Elora Shore