Red Oleanders
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
A drowning song
Leaves float golden on a silver bank,
kissing the dark heart of ocean,
soft, like dew on dewdrops melt.
My heart, a coral, asleep among the reeds,
evades the diver's eye, unless he goes
deep, deep, my love.
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