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After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music
.......Aldous Huxley
IN DROPLETS UPON STAVES
The sea plays music,
For my eyes in torrents,
Swells, and waves
With salty spray,
Crescendo plays,
In droplets upon staves
Sounds ancient blue,
So fresh and new,
Proffers deep melody
Mists carried by
The wind's song,
Channeled between the seas
Anita
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11/25/03
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~Joseph
And thanks for your review on my poem as well.
the ocean is breathtaking ..
Love Tinka
Your poetry is always so meaningful and beautiful.
Peggy
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Ange :o)
Jack