Chartreuse lips like a robin's flight
You whisper a desperate kiss
Sunlight shines on the table
Dappled velvet moon of life
Waiting for serenity
Walking by the sea again
Prayers in the violet graveyard
Grapes of mysterious women
I am the laughter of a stream
Goodness is a battle
Hawthorne's old house is dark
New England invites me
Solitary prisms like a quilt
Poetry by the lighthouse
Leaves flow in the stream
Clam Chowder in the cold eve
Voices of Maine
Upstate New York brings tears
The White Mountains have elves
Quiet sands and seagulls
Love is a nocturne star
Cryptic underground resolution
Called to be sweet sacred prose
Lanterns as ancient as the cod
The shells on the shore sing
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