They who possess the sea within their blood
have blood that courses with an endless
motion.
deep is its surging, like a tide at flood from
out of the ocean.
They hold the blue spray-water in
their veins
that hints no crimson torn from leaf or berry,
neither the flame of sumach nor the stain of
the wild cherry.
.A..Marguerite Janurin Adams
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