The Mystic
By Anonymous
His soul is like a shell, an empty shell.
Within whose listening hollows evermore
Home-hungry dreams of distant oceans dwell,
The memories and murmurs of the shore.
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His soul is like a shell, an empty shell.
Within whose listening hollows evermore
Home-hungry dreams of distant oceans dwell,
The memories and murmurs of the shore.