maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
2 comments:
that reminds me of a book I read this semester, Tale of the Unkown Island. It was good. About finding yourself at sea. That's what reminds me of it.
I want to see pictures of Indonesia!
very interesting.
was this a random post - or is there a deep, dark meaning that explains everything. -- like am I molly?
(ha!)
seriously, i'm curious as to this post.
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