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Tide

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Published: July 27, 2006
and so what if the tide never rolls back in
we have shared enough times, the tide my friend
for the ways of the world still escape me
and my damnation to hell still rapes me
of a chance to love as being loved
every hand extended seems to be gloved
hold bare your palm open for me then
let the lines only travellers can see begin
to tell the story of the rest of your life
what to expect, I'll share that strife
and I'll show my hand for you, a friend
the fear releases and the reed does bend
for I have never bared my hand before
except to the tide rolling on the shore
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© 2006 - 2019 harlita
This was written for Sunbow.

Wherever you are- you control the tide and I'll see read your leaves.
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