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WHITE HORSES

Viewing the white topped waves reminds one of the spontaneity of human life that appears and disappears, never two the same; each a unique creation.

 

WHITE HORSES

 

Atop the billow White Horses leap

A date with destiny theirs to keep

 

Born of water’s ebb and flow

A flash of time for them to know

 

Before they’re gone to oblivion

No longer crowning the wave upon

 

Their kin following along behind

From the depths so dark and blind

 

Tide and gale force them to show

Atop the billows they come and go

 

Monty Alexander 19.11.15

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