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Islands (Free verse) by helenwales

The river runs through us, Between us and around us, A transparent reminder of the life we should have led, My past, your future, divided, Unique to our life only, dreamt, I stretch out my fingertips to you, But you're too busy watching the water's edge, And I'm slipping quietly towards the deep.

Dovina 9-Oct-06/4:27 PM
The opening metaphor could work, I think, if you held true to the beginning. But islands that slip, past and future divided, uniqueness to just your lives, dreamed - these things don't seem to work.




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