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MY OWN by SYLVIA BING

First Line: ACRID FRAGRANCE OF SALT IN THE NIGHT AIR -
Last Line: AND THE WAVES AGAINST THE SHORE ARE DRONING -- DRONING --
Subject(s): DREAMS; SEA; NIGHTMARES; OCEAN;

Acrid fragrance of salt in the night air --
Borne to me by a boisterous autumn wind
From far out among carousing waves --
Brings back to me a night
When salt breezes left their lingering touch on my senses
As they chilled my quivering, fevered body --
Left my hair crisp and curling with salt moisture.
A wild glad night when an oval harvest moon
Danced crazily in a wind-rocked October sky.

My dreams are bright with the glow of the harvest moon;
Bitter with the salt of the sea wind --
And the waves against the shore are droning -- droning --



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