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(Conclusion to Rock, My Fortress and Islands of Stream)



Along the beach, I strolled alone,

Unmindful of the patient pelicans;

They silently stood beside the angler,

Waiting for his catch to take the bait.



My feet were itching to comb the sand,

Rather I skipped the islands in between,

There I left my final prints upon the sand,

And let the waves erased every trace therein.



Along the beach, I strolled alone,

Unmindful of the chattering seagulls;

They came in flock, ready for the plunder,

Hungry for the spoils, they eyed me in distrust.



My feet weakly succumbed to the loose grains of sand;

I slumped to its mound as I lost my grip, when

A tall blue-eyed stranger took me, in the shelter of his arms.

He sweetly had rapt me in his gentle scent.



The stranger was poised, calm, and collected.

Such endearing charm, comely and pleasant;

His crystal eyes talked with warm compassion,

So true for a rock that I found by the sea.



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