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I like to sit upon a shore
It is not good to be land bound too long
Here my soul can fly and soar
Wafted on a turquoise song
The prison bars of soil and field
Have lost their beauty and fair charm
Now my prayers are freed, unsealed
On a shoulder lucid, warm
Trust her constant ebb and flow
Confide your deepest hope and dream
This is luxury, you know
In the lyric of the stream
I like to sit upon a shore
Dissolve into her ethereal bliss
Yes, I know we’ve been here before
But it’s never been like this
Silence is for the sleeping and dead
Words for paper and a pen
We’ll listen to the waves instead
For here we are together again
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Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!