Shipwrecked

My fingers caresses
The clear blue sky
My hands the sun
My eyes are staring
at this beautyfull place

My body shivers
In anticipation
Of exploring this place
This new land
Of virgin soil

Am I alone here
I have to find out
I will begin my search
In this new land
Of virgin soil



Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2007-07-09 at 08:48

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Kathy Lockhart
wow, this has some complexity to it. Is this metaphorical? Is this a story in the making? I enjoyed the flow of this and the mystery behind it.
2007-07-09