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Two columns stand
waiting in a dark sea,
crystal rocks
spanned by light.
Far away
the call of an eagle.

When time brings
the circle round,
when chaos dims,
the last dance past,
only then
to walk the Emerald Gate.

James T. Hubbell

Tags: Poetry

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