Drifting Away

Driftwood washed upon the shore

From a cyclone passing by

History of once a tree

Your existance does belie

Buried within the sands of time

To create a seat divine

A view of wondrous imaginings

Would be harder to find

If you could speak an tell of all

That did appreciate you

I'm sure there'd be thousands of words

That would ring a story true
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Posted: May 2012

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