The Isle
Like an enraged wind
of the tempest she resides in,
she has blown all away.
Isolated, they lay in her wake,
sinking in the sea,
reborn from the sanded floor.
She stands alone—an isle.
Her shores are silent and still,
have been so for quite a while,
ever since they stopped arriving.
But one lonely sailor wanders aimlessly,
lost and disconcerted,
with no desire to escape.
of the tempest she resides in,
she has blown all away.
Isolated, they lay in her wake,
sinking in the sea,
reborn from the sanded floor.
She stands alone—an isle.
Her shores are silent and still,
have been so for quite a while,
ever since they stopped arriving.
But one lonely sailor wanders aimlessly,
lost and disconcerted,
with no desire to escape.
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