The mermaid’s wait, Part two: A poem 

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Her eyes are ocean’s pearls 

The envy of expectant girls 

Her heart has the lyric of fire 

The verdant earth is her desire 

She bears, involuntarily, the pain of gills 

An air of freedom is what she wills 

The prince’s kiss be her bait 

A miracle of fate can never be late 

The labyrinth of waves, perceives 

A passion for feet, conceives 

To morph the unenviable fish’s tail 

Make a dragon from a whale 

And then her spirit will know no bounds 

of the heavens’ applause in rounds 

To her dream be her fate consigned 

The paradise of elements to find 

For the dragon breathes fire 

Flies in the air, and is sire 

to the earth. All that is higher 

This she wagers down to the wire 

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Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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