As waves crashed nearer to me
They sang their song of ideality.
They'd be the Abundance in my mind
And the guidance in my soul
The one relieving thing that soothed.
In this Caribbean body of homely-abide
Rulers of the free mind
sailed from life to life.
—NOTVANTE
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoetryIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
