Monday, July 4, 2016

Exile Gus Not dr salerian poem

Exile Gus Not

Exile me
Exile blue
Welcome
Shades of blue

Exile Gus not
Light dark green blue
Turquoise purple waters
Sailboats
White dots
Or black dots in horizon

Shifting winds
Smell of sea
Scent of fish
Shadowing
Gus and me
Swim free
Free of pain
Searing wounds
Waves big
Waves medium
Never gone

Hidden currents
Inexplicably
Bring home feelings
Longing aroused
Does Gus miss home
Does Gus like Aegean blue
I'll never know
Exile blue
Our new home

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