Poetry: Exile - by Sarah Terzo

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by Sarah Terzo

Created on: November 28, 2008 Last Updated: September 29, 2011

There came a day
when I found myself alone
on a sea of sand.
The sun's shadow passed over my bones.
I heard the hooded woman whisper
"Gone."
And I searched in vain
for a golden gate, a ferryman
a great chariot-
but all I saw on the lifeless hills
were the battered silhouettes
of the castles I'd built.

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