Crossing Oceans (Blogophilia 6.17)
It's Thursday. I'm never looking back At the creak and moan Of the cleats Riding the tide Mermaids and dolphins Crossing oceans And my dreams Playing in my mind.
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Feet of Clay (Blogophilia 48.5)
He came with feet of clay Another claiming he's the next coming Circumstances horrific Turning golden, Shining in the sun Trumpets and pipes Heralding triumph Celebrating victory Until... Like all the others Triumph is hollow Victory is false As he falls under the weight Of betrayal and lies But when faith dies, There is always hope Knowing He came with feet of clay