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Sagres, Portugal

08.02.09 Posted in today's words, vox poetica originals by

Sagres, Portugal
By Annmarie Lockhart

At the tip of
Portugal: Land meets sea,
Sun turns sea to salt on the rocks
Sparkling atop the sharp edge of the world.

2 Responses to “Sagres, Portugal”

  1. Ray Sharp says:

    I love this poem. Every word perfect. This is how good I hope my work can become.

  2. Rae says:

    “atop the sharp edge of the world”

    Great words for a great image.

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