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Desire So Deep
We are but isles in the sea of storms,
Thrown out asea to deal with our qualms.
And how my soul wishes to see, once more,
Those lush hills rising on your shore.
Your lacy trees laden with nature’s bliss,
Fruit as sweet as a maiden’s kiss.
But our realms are cleaved by stormy gales
And waves beyond the dream of sails.
Yet your lighthouse glows in the dawn,
And there is life eternal in your heart’s song.
poem
by
Albert Price
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