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by Thomas Pender May 30, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A pool within beckons now for the sky Here in this courtyard unsullied by the world I lave misfortunes from my eyes A cobbled road reaching on for the sea here on this bank untouched by hand of man I drop stone hardships from my hands A sheen of sand gleaming there along the longshore here on this dune unreached by rising tide I lose remorses from my ears A waning moon shining here for the darkness here in this light undimmed by dawning sun I hang tomorrows in my hair