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Outside the gate where feet walked foreign soil,
Moon radiated reflected off tame shore waves;
Outside the gate virgin blood did boil
Stood a young boy, in a wondrous false brave.
Outside the gate, forgotten, he stood bare witness to her
A secret bizarre desire of water's touch;
Outside the gate, fantasy blurred where they were
Frantic to capture every second, a young crutch.
Outside the gate oblivious of those around
Stared up and at the perfect moon;
Outside the gate, ending summer, void of sound
Did our young boy sing a new tune.
Forever this moment, desire for an eternal wake
Forever this moment, outside the gate.
About the Creator
Anthony Diaz
Writer of Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror, and sometimes Poetry.

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