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Murky Tides

Holding today in my arms

As it runs from me

Searching for


alone in my crib

Crying for a tomorrow

That has passed

A yesterday that left too


Toward a distant mountain

That echoed

nothing back

I go toward the shore

always dancing

singing through

murky tides



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Diane Currie Sam 

Writer. Storyteller. 

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