(italian Collection) .... November In Praiano - Poem by Janice Windle
below the fitful sun.
a narrow line of land,
beyond the drifting ripples of the puckered water.
near at hand
pitted, hollowed, sands against the sea.
Rocky claws embedded in the deep,
by time, the winds and waves,
stands softened by November's hazy air, seemingly asleep.
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