 The Countess of Flatbroke's Treasury of Poems |
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The Countess of Flatbroke's Treasury of Poems |
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| Still Waters The flame’s gone out. It casts no light. I cast myself Into the night. Frail boat I sink Into the sea. Still water’s dark. Still water’s deep. Asleep I fall. Asleep I rise. The cradle tips. The darkness sighs. A tumbling child Wakes in my eyes. Still water flows. Still water flies. And caught beneath The wing of sleep I cling To nothing Rising. © R. Nemo Hill |
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