Mermaid in a Sand Storm

I have found a personal legend in affecting premature death.  I am a foolish apprentice In wielding the pen.  Found words the most mighty traitor to the sorcerer’s stone and elixer of life.  Bringing poison to my soul.  Never intended harming. The damage done. In this, most certainly returning gold to lead….and now I’m dead to Coehlo and the alchemist I love most.  Not even the desert will speak to me. Nor would it want to.  There is no water here.  I fear.  Oh Lavanta…. bring me better omens.




About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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