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A journal from a previous expedition.
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Journal Entry
Isabelle of 36
Winter souls drift through
The night and land soft
Upon the moonlit vale
Whose snowy shrouds hold tight
The hope I’d whispered
Once
Long ago
Golden folds adorn the stems
A maze our eyes beg to follow
A meditation of winding curves.
Deep they flow to centre
Where lie the edges of
Another ‘verse
Another maze
Of golden stems and shadows.
A sea of pebbles shifting
A wave a wave
A wave of rock and sand
As sand falls upon our heads
And our heads sink beneath the waves
Along the darkened shores we sink
A pebble in the sea
The rising wind rolls through
Fragrant stalks of feathergrass
Their delicate aroma
A balm
Their gentle susurrus
A lullaby
For my aching heart
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