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A rhyming exercise, if you will. A wonderful writer friend of mine prompted me with the first stanza ( Read more... )

steady, let's be (steady &) still,
let's not run panicked across a sea
too dark by far
as dark as the storm above

ma petite, it is time to retreat,

where seagulls fear to fly,
where ocean cries itself dry,

where moon pines with gentle grace,
and beauty's encased in finest lace.

steady, let's be (steady &) still.