Annie Cordelia Adams Biography

A little picture, browned,
Had a tear on its edge
Where moth and rust
Plagued it away
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The Sun screams for me to catch it
But I can not adhere
The clouds: they ask me to ride
I reach and they've disappeared
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I swept my hair to the side
and looked at you in your eyes
the grey foam sea just behind
the black and depth words you sigh
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That if I would,
I would stand immortally at sea
Gazing for eternity at sea
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I miss the sea and its cavalry of waves
I miss the salty air and salty breath
My heart leaps to jump into its arms
I miss the subtle breeze felt from afar
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