Morning Fog Seas Poem by O. C. Woods

Morning Fog Seas



When mornings Winter wakes I'm lost, blind
meadows to valleys blurred with seas
the need to cross is no release
betting on the continuation through time
I feel myself shiver, waiting for the change shores
cleaning then healing Bitemarks and Bloodstains
Mr Weather's done helped by his accomplice Mr Maritime...

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20-01-2013
15.20

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just a Winter morning
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