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The Island
Out to sea
On a vessel called Isolation
Back to the Island
Of Desolation
There the winds
Too often blow stale
No shelter now
From storm or gale
Shells and coral
Posess no luster
No seagulls caw
In an overhead cluster
My cries that echo
Fall to the wayside
Not a single soul
To return a reply
Sun beating down
Like fire on the skin
Waiting for another
Ship to come sailing in
Beaches for miles
No foosteps now lay
I'm back on this Island
That's where I shall stay
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-06-03
~A Ponygirl Design~
On a vessel called Isolation
Back to the Island
Of Desolation
There the winds
Too often blow stale
No shelter now
From storm or gale
Shells and coral
Posess no luster
No seagulls caw
In an overhead cluster
My cries that echo
Fall to the wayside
Not a single soul
To return a reply
Sun beating down
Like fire on the skin
Waiting for another
Ship to come sailing in
Beaches for miles
No foosteps now lay
I'm back on this Island
That's where I shall stay
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-06-03
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The Island
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