How strange this life
the currents that one day
lap against the rocky shoals
of a life we have known,
but times and seasons drift
so, too, the currents of our living
shift, and we find ourselves far
from the shores we have known
in some strange time or place
that now we must call home
until once more the moon speaks
to the heart of the sea
and our drifting begins again.
Sometimes I would love to be a bit of driftwood, bobbin in the sea, I know that sounds a bit of the wall, but then again that's me, a very ejoyable read. Annette
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh Wow! ! ! ! ! Seamus, What A Beautiful True Painting! ! ! ! ! With Such Depths Of Life! ! ! ! ! That, We Touch The Shores, Then Are whisked off, Sent To See More! ! ! ! ! Thank You! ! ! ! ! So Much For Sharing This Beautiful Piece! ! ! ! ! Many, Many 10S++++++++! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !