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[04 Dec 2020|03:24pm] |
"Bowing head, she heard the calls
Coming deep within the sea.
With siren speed she swam towards them,
Heeding Poseidon’s thunderous plea.
From the depths of azure waters,
She sang songs of her despair,
Mourning summer’s hurried end,
Bidding farewell to sand and air.
Beneath autumn and winter waves,
She will dwell on ocean’s floor
‘Til the sun again wilts spring blooms
And she reclaims her rule ashore."
Ode To Amphitrite, Trisha Sprouse Walker
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