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Sandstone Gem (Fortrose)

By Alex Macleod - uploaded 06/06/2008

For my woes I must blame you,
You that blinding sandstone gem.
You the one I made untrue,
With neatness as the seamstress hem.
With your pretty little streets
That are but made of stone.
You that greets with subtle deceits
With no heart to call your own.

Your scented gardens that overspill,
Your fertile hills that roll to shore
For it's reality you seek to kill,
You are fair but nothing more
Once you whispered a home to be,
You are now just winding streets;
You are nothing I know to me.
You are an empty face to meet,
You hold no love or joy for me;
Only coldness in your air;
Only a wild and raging sea;
Only thoughts that hold despair,
Only a love that will never be.

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